Dick Cheney wannabes

Trying to fit in more with the western scene here (Wy. license, plates, residence, p.o. box, library card, etc.), Ryan purchased that shotgun he had been talking about since day one.

In talking with the pawn shop owner, Ryan got directions out of town to the end of Gros Ventre Rd. through Kelly and into the National Forest. This was our spot for the day practicing in the canyon under the falling snow. If you look closely you can see the orange pigeon. And of course, we took all of the safety precautions necessary ranging from rules and practice to ear plugs.

Shooting in this canyon from this natural perch with all the snow coming down made my national sense of pride glow, for this is what people live for in "'Merica". The blasting echo off the canyon walls definitely encouraged my pride. Here's Dave mid-pump.

Driving back past a huge herd of bison in a gas guzzling pick-up packing a monster lip to dine on a big Wyoming steak and PBRs would've been the only way to outdo our pride parade in the park but I was just as content taking the Camry back home and making some killer lasagna. But before that, I had to check out the migrating herd.