Shooting Range

Even with bull riding, loads of mexican food, bbq, and a margarita, a trip to Texas could not possibly be complete without a visit to the shooting range with my dad. My dad and I shot not only his revolver and semi-automatic, but also his 12 guage shotgun. We flung clay pigeons and took turns receiving a wicked kickback to the shoulder. It was awesome. I later balanced my manly activities with a long awaited pedicure with my mom. It was a perfect last day in San Antonio before heading off to Austin to catch up with friends.