Riley concentrated on the target twenty yards away and slowly squeezed the trigger. The sound of the shot echoed off the lake and distant pines, but the target remained untouched.
“Jeez!” he yelled.
The whole morning thus far had been a waste of time and ammo. They had gone through two boxes so far, and still the target remained upright. It was as if the aluminum can was almost mocking Riley. He scowled at Jonathan.
“I told you I wasn’t much of an outdoorsman. You might be reaching for the sky when it comes to me hitting aluminum cans. Seriously, I think I would be better off just throwing the gun at the target!”
Jonathan stood, looking at the missed target. “Rome wasn’t built in a day. And I believe, with more practice, you can only get better,” he said, a grin starting to spread acro
