Survives the Zombie Apocalypse!
Yesterday was our last chance to shoot together as a complete family before various schools and jobs demand out attention again. In deference to Mrs. Freeholder, who is a relatively new shooter and still somewhat recoil sensitive, we stuck to .22s. Well, there was this one .38 that snuck in, which Son commandeered.
From the photographs we can note that A) Criminey, I'm getting to be a Fat Old Man who will consistently slip back to holding the foregrip; B) Son, despite being taught the Isosceles Stance since he started shooting pistols almost instinctively adopts a Weaver Stance (just like his old man); C) Daughter dresses appropriately for range time in Tactical Black; and D), I'm never going to break Mrs. Freeholder of leaning back with a gun.
And E), I need to find an instructor who gives group rates.