Tyler’s ranch is a geographical oddity: every single time I go there, it gets more beautiful. It was a weekend much like this one that finally convinced me to move to Texas, and the frequency with which scenes like this one happen keeps me happily planted in my adoptive state. There’s something magical about spending all day in the wilderness, enjoying the beauty of nature, then shooting some guns and eating fresh free-range meat. And I feel like this one picture captured that feeling pretty well. But there’s one more picture that sums up the weekend’s activities . . .
Tyler here didn’t get into the proper shooting position before taking the shot, and as a result will be known as “Harry Potter” until the mark where the scope hit him on the forehead disappears. That was a common theme for the weekend: needing to know our equipment better. I needed to refine my zero (and possibly pick a better brand of ammunition) and Tyler needed to practice improvised shooting positions with his rifle.
That’s good news, though. It means we have something to work on in the off-season, and something to keep us going to the range for next year.