We spent the 4th of July in Santa Clarita with our family. The most eventful day was not Sunday and fireworks, instead it was a bang out on the range at "A Place to Shoot."
My dad has raised my brother and I around all things outdoors and one is spending the day at the shooting range, learning about guns and mainly how to safely use them.

My eye is on the prize. Whoever shot a better round at the target got a foot massage.

Tucker still owes me that massage....

Tuck and B are loading rounds for their next shot.

Even though my dad has the best aim in the west Tucker also hit a clay pigeon or two.