When my parents came out to visit Joel and I for an afternoon back in November, we decided to get out our 22 and bow. Target practice is a fun activity, dOn't ch'ya knOw.
About five or six years ago my older brother, Chad, showed me how to shoot a gun and set up some Folgers coffee cans to practice on. I'm proud to say that they were "holier" by the time I finished.
Little did I know that my Mama had never been taught how to shoot a gun! My Mama couldn't shoot.
My Mama couldn't shoot? It was time for her to learn how to shoot.
Joel got her set up. Shut one eye... hold your breath...
Aim... and fire! She wasn't a bad shot, either.
That's my Mom! Now my Mama can shoot.
Oh, and here's a picture of my stud. smile :)
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