Headed out to the range with our shooting cart...aka: a glorified golf cart outfitted for shotguns instead of golf clubs.
Unloaded the cart from the truck.
Either getting a shotgun out or putting it back....not sure which. It was hot...I was sweating...I was beating my hubby...all was well and I couldn't be bothered with details.
My boots and shotgun shells...the yellow ones are mine.
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Hubby has taken me the range only once. I enjoyed it as it was my first time handling a gun. He wants me to learn in case of an intrusion into our home...but I am leaning towards getting a taser instead. I am ok with a gun, but am not sure I would remember how to use it in case something awful like that went down.
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