What else I learned in the mountains.

Fear me. *grin*. All my life I've lived around mountain men who love their guns more than life itself... yet at 48 years old, I had never shot one myself. Most of my life I hated guns just because they were always so there. And always loaded. So when I was grown and had a choice - chose to not be around them... at all. But lately I've been thinkin' that it was about time I learned this particular legacy of my father and give it a "shot". Hehehe. The first try was with a shotgun with a scope. As my aunt and uncle ducked under the table for cover... it soon became obvious that because of my bad eye, a shotgun might not be the best choice for me... by the time I got my target sighted in, they'd have had time to have a snack and read the first chapter of a book before I was ready to shoot. But never fear, my uncle had plenty of other guns for me to try.

I was about half deaf before we were done... but it seems I'm best with a pistol. And it seems I'm a pretty darn good shot! Who knew?! I kind of liked it and I was excited and askin' my uncle if I was good enough to kill a turkey... he said "by God girl... I don't know about a turkey but you sure as hell could kill a man..." From my uncle who has lived his whole life in the mountains with guns, and a few years in the jungles of Vietnam besides.... that was about the highest praise I could get.

So there ya go. My personal stash of guns (my dad has given me several over the years) and ammo (I stocked up while I was down there) are packed away for safety - but nice to know I "could" if I ever had to. Know what I mean?