My Dad and I went out to the trap range (a shooting range for shotguns, where bread plate sized orange colored "clays" are shot into the air and you try to blast them to pieces. Sooo much fun) to beak in my new shotgun and to train Reily, the resident "Bird Dog." Reily was not fazed by the loud shotgun blast nor were the old timers at the range by our inexperience in the are to shooting.
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