Things I never thought I would do

Not being a gun fanatic or hunter I never really expected to find myself on a rifle range practicing to shoot.

I think I blipped a while ago that T and I had done some training in the handling of firearms after a scare with some baboons at the house. Before you can buy a firearm (in our case a rifle) you must complete training and an exam and then be able to explain to the authority why you want the weapon. I was told that I needed to provide some proof in the way of photographs that I actually used the weapon. So here's the proof, although you can't quite see smoke, a speeding bullet, or anything. You can't even really see that it is me.

Strangely enough we had a baboon raid a few days ago, but they didn't worry me this time and I don't have any firearm on the property so nothing has really changed. Maybe I understand that I have to pick the oranges a bit early or they will be around to pick them for me.