A shooting morning

When I show up to shooting their is ussually only a couple cars parked in the lot, two little ford rangers and my grandfathers red subaru. No matter how early I am those three guys are their. Those guys are Ralph, Jim, and my grandfather curt. When I arrive I unload my gun out of the car walk up the small hill towards the club house. As I walk closer I can smell the wood smoke from the fireplace and can hear the pld guys laughing inside. When I walk in the club house I find the three guys playing Cribage, that silly game with cards and little pegs. I place my gun on the rack with the guns. These guns arent just your normal shot guns they look like peices of art all of the with heavy etching in the stocks and perfectly polished wood. I grab a cup of coffe that is almost as bad as the coffee i got at the Arco station the day before. By the time I sit down a few more people have arrived and are now joining in the conversation at the cribage table. The entire scean reminds me of a boys only club like when I was six but the people are ALOT OLDER! We sit around the musty and slightly smelly clubhouse for a few more minuites than we all head outside. As we stand under the metal buildings that are always dripping wet even on sunny days, we load up our ammo bags and walk out to the fireing line. Onve out their we dont talk at all. It is like golf but a our "hits" are alot louder. Once the round is over we laugh and joke about the pigieons we missed and go stand by the warming stove. I ussually repeat this 2 or 3 times. After that I load y gun up into the car and head home. As I drive away from the clubhouse i still hear the gun shots in the back ground with music playing in my car. In a weird way it reminds me of an old war movie.