A Day InThe Park

I know everybody got worried because you thought i was going to write about me skipping in a field and picking flowers. WRONG! When a male has the privilege of carrying the last name Fowler, more often then not he is a Sasquatch who like to destroy things. This particular day we were destroying little paper targets. They had done nothing wrong but none the less they became the confetti for redneck ruckus.

Most conversations i have with my father have very little to do with anything. They consist of mostly small talk about church or people we have come in contact with in random places. Saturday morning when i answered the phone you can imagine my surprise when the conversation involved firearms. Not only was he going to shoot guns, but so was our family friend Clayton, and most importantly, my brother Eli (see number 12 in previous post)!

Eli was going to site in a new scope he put on one of his high powered thunder sticks, so naturally we would use that as an excuse to waste ammo while simultaneously solidifying our manhood. What could be more manly than shooting a gun? Eli also was the guide for our expedition, because none of us had any idea were this shooting range was.He failed to mention that it actual took an hour to get there and required two to four miles on a pothole filled gravel path that could be considered a road in Alabama (maybe).



When our foursome finally beheld the range upon which we would be reeking our havoc, we found that ,even in the middle of nowhere, we were not alone. There were two other categories of shooter sharing the range with us. The first was a family of four who were out teaching their eldest how to use his new pellet rifle. This is the learning category. When he and his youngest brother saw our arsenal they were awestruck at the size of our weapons. Once we started shooting they realized that the bigger the toys the louder the noise, and subsequently stopped liking our guns. The second was a man that really had no reason to be there other than "shootin stuff". This is the "bubba" category. The way he passed most of his time was offloading round after round from his shotgun ,at no particular target, and making loads of noise.

Our mission was accomplished. By the time we left, Eli's assault rifle was a well honed devastation maker, and we had emptied clip after clip from rifle and handgun alike. We were not always orthodox in our methods, but we all had a blast.






Rest assured that our day on the range would not be considered "normal" by most. The only thing you should know is that for the Fowler Family it was just another day in the park.

Relavent Facts!

Hey this is the first blog so it's only fair that before we enter into a relationship you know a little about me:



1. The only thing Wal-mart is good for is . . . WATCHING PEOPLE


2. I am extremely competitive in everything. Board games, card games, any sport(even the ones i am not good at), video games, eating, sleeping, not eating, and whatever else your imagination can come up with. You name it and i will challenge you to the death.

3. To this day i can not figure out the source of that smell in my car when it rains.


4.The south is were it is at, geographically speaking. I do however struggle with the southern state of mind. If you don't know what I'm talking about then it doesn't matter.


5.My favorite Girl Scout cookie is THIN MINT.


6.I believe in my previous life i was a rap artist. I probably was a little bit gangsta but kept it real. That may seem weird or far fetched but it could have happened so i won't rule it out.

7. I love to sleep in........ALOT!

8.I believe that there are certain people put on this earth specifically for my amusement. If you know who you are, don't be offended. If you don't know who you are then ignorance is bliss.


9.My guilty pleasure is pop music. I know. I hate it too but that is the way it is and i can't change that. I do however maintain a healthy balance of music variety in my day to day listening.


10. Flip Flops are the way to go. All day long,all year round, unless your work requires close toed shoes.


11.Scary Movies do indeed SCARE me. I have an over active imagination that will convince me someone is in my closet or under the couch, and as a result i won't sleep for a couple of days.


12. In case of emergency find my brother. He has many guns and is well equipped to use them in case of zombie attack or whatever.