Last Friday morning we had to stop by and visit D at work. His office is between an airport and a shooting range, which is kind of unusual in itself, right? As we drove by the range, I noticed there was some kind of event about to happen, because there were more people than usual there, several RVs parked in the lot and a couple of buses, with some school-aged kids milling around.
The best part was the sign on one of the buses: "Straight As and Shootin' Clays."
When I was in high school, they took us to Golden Corral for making straight As (maybe that has something to do with the current obesity epidemic??).
But I think going to the shooting range to shoot clays as a reward for good grades would have been a lot more exciting!