Good on you, I miss plinking as we called it up in PA with my Dad, my brother, my cousins, and my buddies. My friend and his brother would save their old milk and water jugs, fill them up with water, and we would go to the shale hills with the 12 gauges and Milk Jug Skeet shoot. One guy would toss the jug as far up the shale hill as he could then as it rolled down we would light it up and watch the little water explosions. I have lost my enjoyment of hunting but still miss plinking!
