The danger of daughters and skeet
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On Saturday, we took off to my grandparents’ house in Hamburg with some good friends, the McKinstrys, to attempt so dove hunting and if that failed, shoot skeet. I hadn’t been down to the Noble homeplace in several months, and it’s always like walking back in time. The place simply echoes with memories. As I watched our kids, Joshua Henson, and Zac and Alex running around the yard and woods, I imagined myself, my sister and cousins in their place.
They quickly began bombarding each other with magnolia buds (nature’s hand grenades), climbing trees and exploring. Had it really been 30 years since I did the same thing?
Nestled back in the pine woods of Ashley Country, Nobles have lived there since 1847 - not necessarily on that plot of land, but “thereabouts.” We had a blast that afternoon, but the following images were the result of a misguided effort to allow Adelyn to throw skeet for me…
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yeah… that was an accident alright.
HAHAHAHA!Ummmm are you okay?
My darling granddaughter would never do anything to injure her father, would she???
gotta love that grin in the last picture. maybe you should get her back where it hurts……take away her jewelry, haha!
Come on. Why wouldn’t you let her keep trying? Practice makes perfect.
that’s greatness!!! Way to go Adelyn, oh I mean Jeff for not cursing.
I am shocked at all you sadistic people out there… Imagine… taking joy in someone else’s pain. Next time I see you, I’m gonna gleefully stab you with a fork…