Saturday March 25th.  Us guys drove in two jeeps (one equipped with tires having manly treads and a winch to pull the other out of the mud) up the trails through Steve's Roost in Indiana.   We packed an arsenal:  shotguns, rifles actioned by bolt and gas,  pistols, both revolving and semi-auto.  Plenty of ammo.

Once there, we blasted away, first at skeet with shotguns, then, with rifles and pistols, at targets, hapless cans and bottles.   Of the skeet, few escaped.  If the pellets didn't get 'em, the wads frequently did;  others, more cowardly, took refuge in evergreen branches, where they were destined eventually to dissolve in the rains .... a slow, horrible death.  Better far to have been honorably blown to bits.
 
 

As we peppered targets from the deck, we munched the lunch Steve provided .... beer, and brats roasted over an open fire.   A great day, awash in testosterone.