The Pickett Reunion was a couple weeks ago. It was my parents turn to plan it. Unfortunately, not many were able to attend, but we still had a great time together. We had lunch at the park. Then the men shot clay pigeons and the women made a craft. A bit sexist isn't it? Somehow I was coerced into shooting clay pigeons with the men. My childhood memories of shooting our Halloween pumpkins came back to me. My dad would yell at me to shoot the shotgun even though I was crying and too scared to. I hated the way the gun kicked and bruised my shoulder. It was all too similar as all the Pickett men yelled at me to shoot the gun at the clay pigeon. I don't like loud noises. After the torture was over, we headed out to the cemetery to do a fun little scavenger hunt that honored our ancestors. My mom celebrated her 51st birthday while we were down so I quickly threw together a Happy Birthday cheesecake.
Papa Pickett. I was impressed at his skills considering I know it had been ages since he'd picked up a gun.
Hal and his rainbow suspenders...
Ryker
I look like a professional don't I?
How about now? Hal kept trying to coach me.
I slowly improved.
Justin was the winner who took home the awesome trophy made by my dad. Justin is one sharp shooter- didn't miss once!
At the cemetery on our scavenger hunt.
Happy Birthday Mom! We love you!!

















