This time of year means that the days of lazy weekends are over, and suddenly we start trying to cram as much as possible into one, in order to maximize our fun:work ratio. Of course, somehow, I missed the lazy winter weekends this year; this having a boyfriend thing takes up a nice chunk of time that would otherwise have been spent wandering bored around the house on a grey Saturday or two.

The main event this time was a trapshoot in Livermore, my home town. Junior wanted to make a weekend of it, so he got his trailer set up and we spent Friday and Saturday nights there. The shoot itself was on Saturday, but they had a nice RV lot with electrical hookups and everything. His trailer makes mine really look like the redneck adventure that it is. His trailer has more TVs than my house, and damn near as much counter space in the kitchen. It was much nicer than a motel, since it was like sleeping in our own bed, and way cheaper.

It was a beautiful day for a shoot, and exactly at the right time of year for the hills to be a brilliant green instead of their usual brown. The targets seemed to really stand out against the green, and the light was fantastic. I think I’ve gone past the point of taking 200 pictures of each shoot though; I only really need so many of his ass, and he just isn’t facing me while he’s shooting. Not that I’ll stop taking them, no, but fewer seems to be in order so I can also watch what’s going on.

Junior was really doing well too, and that added a little something to the watching. He went into the doubles having only missed three out of the previous 100 targets. He did so well in the handicap event, actually, that he made it to a shoot-off with five other guys that evening. In the handicap, they move the shooter farther back from the targets as they shoot consistently better and better, to a maximum of 27 yards. In this league, Junior is handicapped at 26 yards, so he was in the shoot-off lumped in with the other long distance guys. Two of them didn’t show up, so it was a race among four of them.

I knew he was good and I have faith in him each time, but it sure was fun to see those other guys squirm as one by one, they dropped out until it was just him and another guy shooting one round at a time for sudden death. They worked their way through a whole box of shells each while I held my breath at every shot. Finally, the other guy broke one and Junior missed, but I was very proud of him. He says that guy is one of the better ones out there, but I think he doesn’t see that he is too. He sure made him work for his win, and I really enjoyed watching it. And I betcha he’s bumped back to the 27 yard line at the next shoot.

We spent that night there too, alone in the parking lot. What we saved on hotel costs, we spent on dinners out, but we came home and watched a movie to relax. Had a leisurely breakfast out and made our way home, but some friends called and invited us to go four-wheeling that afternoon. Sounded fine and neither of us were quite ready for the weekend to be over, so we traded the trailer for a borrowed quad, since I’m not really up to running one with a clutch yet, and went up to the hills for a little dirt and sunburns.

I was so tired when we got home that I kind of stumbled my way through the things that had to be done before he put me to bed, but that’s a sure sign of a good weekend. You know it’s a fun one when you have to go to work to relax.