Men Retreat: Run away Run away!!

At our Presbyterian Church, there is an annual Men's Retreat.  Surprisingly, it does not have a whole lot of scratching, spitting,  and other socially unacceptable behavior associated with it.   But, it does have Guns!    A subset of the group meets at the local shooting range and propels small units of lead and brass through defenseless paper and plastic and then eventually into a large pile of dirt.
 

Somebody in the group looks like a gangsta.   Thankfully, he didn't rap for us.

I think he is about to show us how a blow-dart is used to take down a target.   Sometimes, as Freud says, "a cigar is just a cigar"

He has that "This is sweet!" look on his face.

 So, would John Calvin have preferred a laser-sighted pistol or a tricked-out AK-47?

After the gunplay, banging around other small projectiles is a favorite pasttime.

 When they saw I was going to take their picture, all the chips came off the table.   Was it because they didnt want word getting out about their high-stakes game?

 

One group of guys stood around the fire outside.  In the cold wind.   Enjoying their favorite available beverage.

 I did not take any pictures the next morning of all the activities, as I was busy exploring the hillside trails with the sons-in-law.