Morning in South Dakota

From Sheridan, WY we made our way to just east of Mitchell, SD. My cousin lives on a farm there, and we'd not seen the place since he and his wife bought it two years ago. Matt is a boilermaker, and comes back to Indiana to work often, so we see him fairly regularly; but this was the first time we'd been out in his direction.

We had dinner when we got there, dining on grilled this and that, and beans, and salad, and corn picked 5 minutes before we tossed it in the pot. Then root beer floats before bed... yes, they eat well in the heartland.

The next morning we played a bit before we left. "Playing" with Matt usually means taking aim at something-- in this case, clay pigeons over the cornfield. It's been a long time since I've messed with a shotgun, and you could tell-- I didn't hit much. But it was fun. I'd like to find a place closer to home, where I could practice once in a while.

Relax, friends-- I'm only shooting at inanimate objects. At least, so far. . .