While I still got some daylight!

I'm putting my ailing Rotty in the truck, and going to plink some tin cans. I figure we only have 2 or 3 weekends like this. He was staring at the geese, and I swear he had tears in his eyes for times gone by. I know I do. I'm not expecting him to fetch birds. He's gun-trained to wait calmly for commands. Unlike his impetuous house-mate who has gone fetch-crazy and I can't take her anywhere. We're just going to bust some gravel filled cans. I'm going to try for accuracy with the pocket pistol. Usually this takes gallon cans. I'm gonna try with regular cans...