First Snow. Well not exactly, but it was the first that stayed. This was a picture we took along the roadside somewhere on US-2 between Ashland and Ironwood.
The Saturday after Thanksgiving we spent at the Alpena gun club shooting sporting clays. Here Dad takes aim at one of the florescent clay birds flying across the open field. I wish the real things were florescent orange. It'd make them a lot easier to hit..... or at least easier to see.
Sara takes here turn at one of the stations while my sister Wendy, her husband Frank, and Dad watch on. After a drought in the beginning Sara finished strong, clearing 7 of the last 8 clay birds. I better practice a bit more before I take her out again!
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