Confession # 68
I have never fired a gun. Until today!
I went out to the middle of nowhere to some little town called Birdslanding and went Clay Shooting.
Even though I dressed, what I thought was appropriately for the event. I had on jeans an orange suede jacket, braids and a very cute Brazilian cowboy hat. I was a little nervous at first, but any fear I had was zapped right out of me, when I found out we were competing with two other groups. I am very competitive and a little voice kept whispering in my ear, “Only WINNERS get to ride home in my car,” so the I grabbed a 12-gage automatic shotgun, held it tightly to my shoulder, rested my cheek firmly on the butt and yelled “PULL!”
Out of 40 shots I made 8! That is 20% and I am told very damn good for a beginner. Our group hit 69 out of a 100 and won the round by 0.10 of a point.
That’s right my team won! Did you really doubt that we would?
After a great BBQ lunch provided by the Gun Club, my friend John, aka the little voice that kept whispering in my ear, opened his car door for me and I got in and we drove back to civilization feeling pretty damn proud of ourselves.
It was an awesome experience! I will do it again.
I went out to the middle of nowhere to some little town called Birdslanding and went Clay Shooting.
Even though I dressed, what I thought was appropriately for the event. I had on jeans an orange suede jacket, braids and a very cute Brazilian cowboy hat. I was a little nervous at first, but any fear I had was zapped right out of me, when I found out we were competing with two other groups. I am very competitive and a little voice kept whispering in my ear, “Only WINNERS get to ride home in my car,” so the I grabbed a 12-gage automatic shotgun, held it tightly to my shoulder, rested my cheek firmly on the butt and yelled “PULL!”
Out of 40 shots I made 8! That is 20% and I am told very damn good for a beginner. Our group hit 69 out of a 100 and won the round by 0.10 of a point.
That’s right my team won! Did you really doubt that we would?
After a great BBQ lunch provided by the Gun Club, my friend John, aka the little voice that kept whispering in my ear, opened his car door for me and I got in and we drove back to civilization feeling pretty damn proud of ourselves.
It was an awesome experience! I will do it again.
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