Not what my momma thought when she raised me

Well my newest love is shooting.

Thanks to my dear husband and father-in-law.

This past summer they took me out shooting and bang I loved it.

Lets go back a few years ago uhmmm to when I was a child. When I was about 8 or so I asked my father if I could go out hunting with him.

Well the answer was no. Girls didn't hunt. My husband would do that.  Well I lived under that illision and didn't think about it until I met my wonderful sister-in-law.  

She can hunt and from what I hear from my husband she is a better shot then both of her brothers. 

Now saying this I still have not gone out hunting.  I like to shoot targets. (everyone starts some where) 

Now I started with an M1 Garand and it was love at first shot.  After that day I didn't really think about owning my own gun,  why no why would I do something like that. (ingrained muscle memory from childhood)

 Well my husband looked at me in the fall and said lets go see what is out there that you like.  Well we went to one of the major 5.  I went up there and said I have no clue what I like but I know what I don't like I want peep-sights, wood stock, and I don't want it feel like Matel made it. 

Well the nice man said ok well how about this youth model .22 since you have small arms and your a girl, and this man had the nerve to hand it to my husband to look at 1st.  Well needless to say I have a wondeful husband and he did not take it from him he looked at the man and said it's for her not me. 

So I picked it up and held it put it up to my shoulder and said no this is too light.  It is not a wooden stock and has open sights.  So that right there told me he wasn't listening.  

Well we go through this little dance for a while and I can not find one thing that I like.  As a joke the nice man says well I have this Ruger Scout .308 and he rolls his eyes.  Well I pick it up and I am in love.  Its not to light has a bolt action and has a nice stock.  His mouth hangs open.  

So now I know what I like but well this is right before the Holidays and I have two kids with Christmas and b-days with in 3 weeks, so the price was just not right.  

But I walk out knowing a little bit more about what I like.  

So fast forward to after the holidays and I have gone two a couple more gun shops to see if they had anything better I like.  There are a few I like as much as the 1st one.  So I wait, we finally get the money together and wouldn't you know it the gun rush happened and they didn't have anymore, were not sure when or if they were going to get anymore in stock.  I was near to tears.   But my husband, being a loving man that he is, said "We will find you something you like."  So off we went to our local gun shop and they have a section of military suplus rifles and well I fell deeply in love with my #4Mk1* Enfield in .303 British.  I could not help it.  I picked it and that was it.  

Now little did I know that my husband though alright I have always wanted one.  So we buy it and get a free day at the range.  He is still thinking she will fire it once and then she will give it to me.  Well did I prove him wrong.  I still loved it.  He was wise enough not to say anything to me until we left the range.  

So after we leave the range we go by my parents house so I can show off my new rifle.  I am proud as can be.  My father picks up and looks at it and says what are you going to hunt with it.  I said anyting I want I guess.  But mostly targets.  My mom picks it up and says it look pretty.  (btw it is)  But I can tell they are dumbfounded as to why I would want to shoot.  

My mother told me she is proud and happy I have found something I like to do, but  she simply doesn't understand it.  

She always thought when she had two girls "she would have a debutante not a Annie Oakly"  her words not  mine.   I laughed and said why I love to shoot and still be a lady.