Happy New Year
Shooting old school ordnance seemed to the the proper way to kick of a new year. I had expended my 38s and 45s, and was blissfully pecking away with the Woodsman when a bass thumping Camaro full of Glock toting reprobates arrived. I stopped a bit to watch them unload and begin to shoot. One fellow started to fire his new 22 pistol into the trees as his buddy went out to post targets. I decided it was time to leave. I guess I'm getting old.
This is why seasoned shooters do not shoot into the air.