May 7th.  We again jounced in jeeps, this time in balmier weather and on nice dry roads, to Steve's Roost in Indiana.   But now Helen graced the group,  almost civilizing the rest of us:   Steve, Arthur & Dick.   Almost.  We packed an even greater arsenal than last time:  shotguns, rifles,  pistols.   Plenty of ammo.

We started by blasting shotguns at skeet on the meadow, then moved on to the camper site to have at targets with rifles and pistols.  Arthur brought along a full-size human silhouette to pin among the trees for the benefit of those (she shall remain nameless) who wished to vent a bit of steam.

Helen at first tried to keep her pistol from bucking.   But she learned that if you don't fight the kick, rather let the weapon bounce up, then settle back down onto the target by itself, you can immediately squeeze off another round.  Then another.  And another.  Blam! blam!! blam!!!  The glee was remarkable.
 
 

Another great spree day, well wined, cheesed and bratted..... and the silhouette rendered satisfyingly into a sieve.