We had a good crew. Started off by hitting up the 'ol "warzone" out in Stansbury, and yes it lived up to its name. There were people everywhere....shooting...riding ATVs...riding horses..and others lurking about probably hunting or just being walking targets. We had a decent size crew so finding a good spot to spread out and have some fun was kind of trying. Where we finally ended up seemed ok until we would have idiots walking horses straight into our back drop or a random moto shred ripping out of the 'danger zone'. Not ideal for letting loose and blasting shit, but some good shots were taken.
We got done and half the crew peace'd out, the other half came with me to get some jerky at this dopeass jerky joint. From there half the crew peace'd the normal freeway route home, but Chris was amped to take the back route 'long way' home. So four of us (Queen, Stone, Brown, and myself) took off into the desert. As were ripping I kept thinking about how much ammo I had left and how disappointed I was in the gun sesh. So I looked over at Chris and pointed at this dirt road that led off into the hills. He was on the same page and nodded, so we flipped a bitch and hustled up this road to find a concrete house in ruins and a ditch with a bunch of old paint cans and trash to shoot. To say the least we got the rest of our gun fix... and then some, we blasted right through the 'magic hour' of light. It was pretty damn sick, Stone got some pretty insane photos.... and some pretty funny ones too.
Here are a couple pics that Queen sent over, just a quick tease though.
Markham the Marksman