The Marksman . . .

. . . and his Dad
 
Today we were entertaining our grandson, and as he had already proved himself as a good shot a while back, a session with our airguns seemed a good idea and used up a couple or three hours this morning a treat.
 
With our CO2 rifle Ollie proved himself beyond doubt, at a range of fifteen meters knocking down our metal targets (about an inch in diameter) and resetting them (reset target same size) constantly.  When Adie came to pick Ollie up he had to have a go of course, hit a couple of targets and stopped while he was winning . . .
 
 
Sorry about the quality of the photos again.  Taken with the trusty telephone which, a couple of times lately, has proved  that it can’t handle the very bright sunlight and difference between light and shade, so massive rescue works in PS to get anything usable.