bobski
Hunter
thought id treat the wife to an exclusive date.
https://bigcedar.com/attractions/shooting-academy/
many know we are in hard times caring for mom in ct, while wife tends to the home in va. our mo yardman walked off the job in a double cross in may to tend the farm; so, when I got here, I had to bush hog our yard of 6 months of growth and have 2 weeks to clean up the clubhouse and range for the shoot. it was so high I couldn't see the clothes line. now im making hay, its hot, devils walking canes are nailing me and I just parked the beast and said to sarah....lets do something.
I heard about it, so we decided to check out bass pro's resort in branson. well, the place is as impressive as it can get, but hold on to your wallets. ok ok its a tourist thing so its expected, so we sucked it up and had a great time. hey, my date even let me bring the shotgun to shoot a game at their shooting facility. I felt like I was in heaven. not one blade of grass out of place.
but heres the thing. I grew up that you dress the part for the occasion. we dressed to compliment each other and to give respect to the facility for their hard work to keep it impressive.
but the other guests aren't.
is this a generational thing? fat people in skin tight leotards with every wrinkle visible to the world? hats on backwards and scraggly facial haired men in flip flops?
I mean, this wasn't walmart. it was a top notch resort with shuttles from place to place.
and sure enough, young staff with faces buried in smart phones where everyone assumes you have one too.
we stepped back and took in what appeared to be the classic dumbing down of America right before our eyes. it was sad in a way. its as if there isn't anywhere we can go to escape this. we actually realized we were the classic old people that everyone looks at and says....aaaawh, aren't they cute? I mean my wife is a knock out and I clean up good when we hit the town and im not afraid to say it. matter of fact, there was time when men were suppose to brag on their wives out of respect or with fear of death for otherwise.
so there we were. in our 17 year old car and all these others are in their brand new cars and suvs with t shirts and cut offs.
I sorta felt embarrassed when I saw grass stuck and dragging under our freshly washed car that came from our driveway...then quickly realized no one probably noticed it. it made it 80 miles! so did the wet mud grit from the driveway too. oh well.
so, if you don't mind paying 12.00 a game for skeet or trap, but want to do it at a facility that matches a pga golf club...try bass pro. 9000 acres of fun for all. and I mean for all. its not for exclusive guests. anyones money is taken equally.
granted, it was a mission success. good food. wife was happy. I was happy. we made a lasting memory exclusively just for us.
now back to bush hogging. ya know todo? there no place like home....and our little shoot and hoot.
https://bigcedar.com/attractions/shooting-academy/
many know we are in hard times caring for mom in ct, while wife tends to the home in va. our mo yardman walked off the job in a double cross in may to tend the farm; so, when I got here, I had to bush hog our yard of 6 months of growth and have 2 weeks to clean up the clubhouse and range for the shoot. it was so high I couldn't see the clothes line. now im making hay, its hot, devils walking canes are nailing me and I just parked the beast and said to sarah....lets do something.
I heard about it, so we decided to check out bass pro's resort in branson. well, the place is as impressive as it can get, but hold on to your wallets. ok ok its a tourist thing so its expected, so we sucked it up and had a great time. hey, my date even let me bring the shotgun to shoot a game at their shooting facility. I felt like I was in heaven. not one blade of grass out of place.
but heres the thing. I grew up that you dress the part for the occasion. we dressed to compliment each other and to give respect to the facility for their hard work to keep it impressive.
but the other guests aren't.
is this a generational thing? fat people in skin tight leotards with every wrinkle visible to the world? hats on backwards and scraggly facial haired men in flip flops?
I mean, this wasn't walmart. it was a top notch resort with shuttles from place to place.
and sure enough, young staff with faces buried in smart phones where everyone assumes you have one too.
we stepped back and took in what appeared to be the classic dumbing down of America right before our eyes. it was sad in a way. its as if there isn't anywhere we can go to escape this. we actually realized we were the classic old people that everyone looks at and says....aaaawh, aren't they cute? I mean my wife is a knock out and I clean up good when we hit the town and im not afraid to say it. matter of fact, there was time when men were suppose to brag on their wives out of respect or with fear of death for otherwise.
so there we were. in our 17 year old car and all these others are in their brand new cars and suvs with t shirts and cut offs.
I sorta felt embarrassed when I saw grass stuck and dragging under our freshly washed car that came from our driveway...then quickly realized no one probably noticed it. it made it 80 miles! so did the wet mud grit from the driveway too. oh well.
so, if you don't mind paying 12.00 a game for skeet or trap, but want to do it at a facility that matches a pga golf club...try bass pro. 9000 acres of fun for all. and I mean for all. its not for exclusive guests. anyones money is taken equally.
granted, it was a mission success. good food. wife was happy. I was happy. we made a lasting memory exclusively just for us.
now back to bush hogging. ya know todo? there no place like home....and our little shoot and hoot.