Sunday, December 25, 2005

Guns & Roses

So this is what we do in Central Kansas on Christmas Eve. We shoot things. Seriously. Those of you who know me know that I'm more likely to hug a tree than join the NRA, but my cousins convinced me to shoot clay pigeons with them. I know, it confused me too. I checked, and they're not pigeons, so PETA's not going to come knocking on my door. But they are clay. And orange and round.

I've always avoided things like guns. I convinced myself that it just wasn't my "thing". The one time I tried trap shooting - 10 years ago, I think - I didn't hit a thing. So I was a bit apprehensive about trying it yesterday. Apparently, at some point over the past 10 years, I acquired the ability to shoot pretty well. I'm great. I'm not gonna lie. I was good for about two out of every three. Okay, so that's not amazing, but it's definitely better than nothing. There's just something about being able to work a gun. It's empowering. Maybe I'll hone this nascent talent.

I'm actually a gangsta. Did you know that? I'm recruiting a posse. Apply, if you dare.

1 comment:

Manda said...

**wiping her eyes** I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it with my own, albeit watery, eyes. I would be honored to join your posse, if you'd want a MN girl with no hunting or fishing skills whatsoever.
One of these days I will have to remember not to read your posts at work...