Daughter Ceili done went off to college and got really fit and strong.
On Monday she asked if we could do “leg day” on Wednesday. I haven’t done workout programming on gym terms for years. The Frontier Partisan Biathlon does not work that way. But when the kid is home for Christmas, she gets to do things her way, so “leg day” it was. More or less.
We warmed up with a climb to the top of Zimmerman Butte. As you can see, we haven’t had anything like a winter snowfall. It rained quite a bit Tuesday night though, so it was nice and muddy. Then down to the Pit for goblet squats, KB deadlifts, medicine ball thrusters and “sprints” (I always hear my brother’s derisive snort when I say I “sprinted”). And shooting.
The clay pigeon is the hereditary enemy of Clan Cornelius, and we perpetrated a great slaughter of the orange horde. We shattered their formations and drove them before us.
It is a privilege to do such things, for my “gym” to be my shooting range and — above all — to spend this time having some hard-earned fun with my daughter, who is no longer little but is still my little girl. Dammit.
She worked hard and shot well. Life is good.
Rick Schwertfeger says
Precious and fun time!
Casey, Sydney and Brady arrive the weekend before Christmas for our annual family gathering. It will be Sydney’s first time in Austin. We’re so psyched to show her our hometown. Plans include shooting some sporting clay targets out of the air!
I know that you’ll continue to enjoy Ceili’s visit.
JimC says
Get them clays!
Ugly Hombre says
Great! every American kid should have a lever gun, and a Dad who teaches them how to use them!
Norman Andrews says
Hi Jim,
Is that the new pipe there was some talk about a while back?.
Norm.
JimC says
Yeppers!
RLT says
Got my wife out shooting a few weeks back, and I think she had more fun than we’ve had shooting before. The difference? Clay pigeons. Having a reactive target makes a huge difference. I enjoy walking in the sights on a new gun on a target, but putting holes in paper ain’t as fun as blowing pigeons to high hell. She had her .22 rifle (a family heirloom) and I was batting cleanup with my pistol at the same distance. Challenging and fun for everybody. Dunno why I never tried it earlier. I hate Wally World, but they get you a box of 100 pigeons for the price of a Starbucks mocha.
JimC says
It do indeed.
lane batot says
And just think! Maybe one day soon, you’ll also have lots of drones to blast outta the skies! That would havta be better target practice even than those evil, invasive clay pigeons!…..And I cain’t help but feel a bit for any suitors Ceili will have over the years(and I could well imagine there’d be quite a bunch of them lined up!) They are going to havta proceed with utmost caution, for certain!…And I also can hardly believe we’ve had snow here in N. C. before you guys this year!
JimC says
You all have WAY more. Poor Lynn headed to NC to evade CO winters and got hammered!
Ceili has herself a very fine feller. Our kinda people…
lane batot says
We are enjoying a bit of a break in the weather just now, but it’s predicted in this “El Nino” year, to be cold and wet most of the season here(wet being rain, ice, and snow!). So again, whereabouts IS Lynn-the-computer-artiste?
JimC says
Not perszacktly sure, but in the western part of the state…
lane batot says
Ahhhh, up in the mountains then–BEST part of the state!(in my opinion….). They really DID get a lot of snow up there! I am further east now, alas–smack dab in the middle of the state, in the “Piedmont”(rolling hills) region–most of which has been butchered by “progress”. Where I am, at least, has some decent woods and even a bit of elevation–the Uwharrie Forest. The forest keeps me sane(or what passes for sane with me…), but nowhere near the barbarian freedom I had up in the mountains…..
Ann Marland says
What a nice story of you and Ceili spending time together. That’s special. I remember my time with dad. While up at our cabin we’d take the .22 and head to the shooting range. Usually the shooting range was for the guys to site in their guns for hunting. But when the hunters were not shooting it would be my sister, my dad, and me. We would shoot at beer cans lined up on a log. Got pretty good at it. My grandmother had a .32 Special made by Winchester just for her. She could out-hunt any of the guys around the ranch. I still have her gun but can’t find shells for it. Spending time with my dad was special.
JimC says
Lovely memories Ann. That .32 was a great old cartridge. I used to know several women who swore by it. Hard to come by now.