Shooting with Grandpa Wankier

Well...Preston and I had a grand time today. After the marathon cheering and water spilling...we went with Grandma and Grandpa Wankier to their ward breakfast. Then, Grandpa packed up a few guns and clay pigeons and we drove to Levan. We went to his farm and he taught Preston and I a few things about shooting.
At first I thought I was a sharp shooter...but then I learned it was just beginner's luck. But Preston did great all around. I was so impressed. Yet, Grandpa creamed us all and nailed almost every pigeon to smithers. We sure had a wonderful time hearing stories and spending time with him. We are lucky to have such a wonderful family.