Sunday was the first Father's Day in over 20 years that I was able to actually be with my dad, so we took advantage of that fact. We spent the afternoon out on some BLM land about 30 miles from here where we could burn up some ammo without worrying about range rules. The targets of choice were charcoal briquettes and biodegradable clay pigeons, and we had a fun time shooting an assortment of weapons. Afterwards we went to a local BBQ joint and had a great lunch.
He recently turned 82, and the old guy can still school me with a revolver.