It is usually some softball stuff and local goodies. Last year I sent my guy a 26oz OGRT, and a flat rate box full of St. Louis junk food, a couple softballs, batting gloves...
I aim with my hand, eye, and shoulder. As this is how my father taught me.
I shoot with my gun as it rests on my shoulder.
For my father bought me the gun and would be pissed if I didn't shoot it.
I do not aim with my eye; he who aims with his eye has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my hand.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.