Shooting

Hey everyone. I can once again be found sitting in my mom's classroom, this time waiting for her to finish up with her teacher-stuff so I can go home and get ready to go shooting. I'm really not looking forward to going, although I know I'll have fun once I actually get there. I'm not exactly sure why I loathe going, but it is really hard for me to convince myself I'll have fun. I go with my grandpa, who has basically devoted his entire retired life to shooting sports. He actually owns a gun shop, which can be pretty cool. I've got a job there, where I clean muzzle-loaders and make various parts. The store specializes in muzzle-loading, although he can fix pretty much anything. It's a pretty good job.
When we go shooting on Thursdays, we shoot a few rounds of skeet. I'm in a league, so there's just one more reason for me to have to go out. If I don't shoot a certain number of birds (no, not real ones - clay discs) by a certain date, I'm disqualified. It's not like I'll win anything, either, because I'm not as good at skeet as I am good old fashioned muzzle-loading. It probably wouldn't be so bad if there was anyone my age out at the club. Instead, I get to spend 4 hours chilling with old dudes. In their defense, they do tell good stories, but it still is a bit boring.

Hmm....that was weird. 3 or 4 police-looking dudes just walked into my mom's classroom, and did some funky inspection. They apologized, because they didn't think anyone was in here, but they went on with the inspection. I think it had something to do with fire safety, but I wasn't really paying attention. The one guy, who didn't seem to have any purpose, had on a utility-belt type thing, and a bullet proof vest. I'm sure he was just afraid to have to be near us dangerous middle school kids...haahaa.
Well, I'm going to go shoot now. Wish me luck!