Check out this LA-based blogger we just discovered at SallyHope.com. She is a Life Coach, but dont call her that to her face. She prefers Coach and she happens to love shooting. I found this post pretty cool because she ties a good life lesson or two to her time spent on the range. I think most of us can probably relate to that, right? Check it out and let me know what you think. – n
SHOTGUNS. AND WHAT THAT HAS TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE.
by Sally Hope
Yesterday was not the first time I shot a shotgun. I’ve been interested in guns ever since summer camp, as a kid, where I’d spend hours on the riflery field, shooting circular targets. It’s all I wanted to do. I didn’t care about canoeing or tennis or swimming. I wanted to shoot rifles. The sound of the shells popping out of the guns thrilled me. The sound of the pop of the bullet excited me. Running to my target to see how I did was so much fun I spent 90% of my summer camp time doing just that.
Growing up, guns were never part of my family. Hardcore liberal parents living in suburbia didn’t exactly give me a country experience growing up. And so I never realized how strong my draw to that lifestyle was, until now. Last year I spent the year shooting whatever I could get my hands on, and going to ranges and fields with whoever would take me.
Pistols, revolvers, .45s, .50s, rifles, 20 gauge shotguns, 12 gauge shotguns.
I shot targets. Potatoes. Clay pigeons. Water bottles. And I even gave myself a cranial beating with the kickback from the most powerful handgun known to man (not my proudest moment).
And so when the opportunity came up to go to a shotgun/skeet range, eat BBQ and drink whiskey with my girlfriends, I jumped at the chance.