While we were in Vegas for the aforementioned minor ceremony, we received some disturbing news. It seems that Las Vegas was being invaded! By terrorists and zombies, no less! For some reason these terrorists and zombies had decided to start this invasion from a gun range… and not the part of the range you fire from. More like the part you fire at.
You might think that Mom, tender soul that she is, would not partake in such violence. Au contraire, she was right there on the front lines. She showed no mercy, not even for zombie clowns. You can even see a spent shell casing traversing the middle of the photo. Turns out she's a pretty good pistol shot, too. I'll have to keep that in mind before crossing her.
Their tactics seem ill-conceived, but then zombies and terrorists are not renowned for their great intelligence. In any event, we headed over there to do our duty and defend America by firing lots of guns.
The only thing worse than a zombie is a Nazi zombie. Wendy is preparing to explain the error of his ways. Apparently explaining things makes her very happy.
Matt, in a rare moment of uncertainty. It’s not a zombie, it’s not a terrorst. Should I still shoot it? If I recall correctly, he went with “Shoot ‘em all a whole bunch and let God sort it out.”
Anyway, it was a great time, if a bit pricey. If you’ve got any interest in firing some fully-automatic weapons while defending our fair nation from not-too-bright zombies, I encourage you to try it out.
There are a few more photos up on my SmugMug, too.