What, Thorny, no rabbits, hares, squirrels or empty cans that need a hole or three plinked into them? The long cold nights bring Brunswick stew, or, humble pie, depending on who's doing the shooting.

Next semi-warm January afternoon, grab a kid, several .22s, a brick of something cheap and several hole worthy targets and head out into the sunshine. With introductions come rebirth, trust me.
Best,
Ted