re: Most impressive thing you watched your dad do

My dad, I called him Pop, was a hell of a shot. I remember as a teenager getting invited to a skeet shooting range to try out some shotguns. He brought his Browning automatic and he and I spent hours and cases of shells peppering the shite out of those clay pigeons. He died July 26 this year just a few months shy of his 94th birthday. I've cried everyday since. I miss you Pop RIP.