All summer, I've been testing out new hobbies. I do pretty regular things like bike and swim and all that jazz, but I wanted to find something really out there. I wanted to find something I could really get into. Somehow, I found skeet shooting. Don't ask me how I found it. It found me, really.
Now, I've never been the biggest gun supporter, but honestly, I don't know how I ever lived before holding a shotgun. It may sound a little redneck-y to you, but I'm guessing you've never shot a shotgun before. The feeling, unexplainable. That's all for another post. For now, I'll leave ya'll with a little snippet of the experience. I shot sporting clays with my friends this weekend. I always like going with people who have never tried it. I love seeing them absolutely terrified at the beginning but by the end of the day refuse to give up the gun.
Here's Becca. I think this is the second clay she hit. It was a tough one, too.
