I thought I would share pictures of where I learned to be a marksman. The shed in my parents backyard used to keep the tractor safe. When the tractor blew up, someone thought the shed would make a lovely target stand and we have been using it for that purpose for the last 15 years or so.
Somewhere along the line, someone decided to put an antique foot pedal organ in the shed to keep it safe. Brilliant! Who knows how much extra weight that organ is carrying from all of the lead and copper. The right wall collapsed a bit a few years ago due to a couple inches of snow. I think the structural integrity has been compromised.
The hill in the background is the backstop and we fire down into it from the back porch. Maybe ten years ago the farmer that owned the hill sold the farm (as in he sold it for money, he didn't perish) and people with metal detectors were allowed to look for Civil War stuff for the very first time on what was once a historic battleground. Those guys provided us with about two weeks of entertainment when they concentrated on that hill, digging for bullets! Little did they know that all of those lead minnie balls were made by Hornady!