Nothing like a little skeet shooting to lift one’s spirits! My first 12-gauge shot evah. Took the bird out, too:
It was a fine Sunday afternoon in the Low Country on an historic property. The house of our hostess was built the year before the Civil War and it still has the scribblings on the walls of the Union soldiers who were barracked there:
This place is where we will be spending the Zombie Apocalypse come October 21st. We reconnoitered the estate, planning our strongholds and shoring up weaker boundaries. The alligator-in-residence is firmly on Our Side, however, and the tractor-trailer full of shotgun shells seems a goodly fall-back position if things get sideways.
Plus, there is the vantage point of the widow’s walk; but we had a long discussion on whether or not zombies can swim: