Meet Roger, he is the patriarch of Bryan's family. Roger grew up as a farm boy and held a gun at a young age, some things never change. His love for fire arms have been down to his son and his grandsons. And perhaps, his
granddaughter-in-law? Below is an image of the men at the local Farmington, New Mexico trap club, shooting claw pigeons;
PULL!
If you look closely, you can see the bullet escaping the barrel of Bryan's gun. Each of the men folk shot perfectly and received an "I shot 25 in a row," pin. This is a huge deal. Particularly for Bryan and uncle Marty who haven't been shooting for over two years.
Grandpa wanted me to try my hand at shooting. Bryan's riffle was much too heavy for me, so I used his brother Tyler's. After a quick tutorial, they popped in a bullet for me and told me to shoot my target. I was trembling and had
indescribable fear pulsating throughout my entire body. I tried to remain confident in front of the watchful stares of the guys.
I just couldn't pull the trigger. I couldn't do it. I put the riffle down and told them, "I'm scared!" Four men, will not take that as an acceptable answer. I pulled the riffle up once more, looked down the barrel from my mark, and pulled the trigger. It was frightening, but I did it! I did five practice shots, then Tyler found a can for me to shoot. I totally nailed it!!
My heart was still pounding and flowing with adrenaline as we packed up the guns and drove home. Bryan and Roger were very proud of me. Heck, I was proud of myself. I didn't know that something like that existed inside of me. There is something very therapeutic about facing an event that I'm completely fearful of. Have you ever faced a fear of your own? What was it?
On the trek home to Los Angeles, we stopped at ye olde Burger King. I collected two crowns for us to wear, thinking we could laugh and be silly together. Bunnie didn't think it was so funny. In fact, he thought it was, "stupid." Determined to make us both laugh, and document the event, I assisted Bryan with donning his crown. 
Meet Roger, he is the patriarch of Bryan's family. Roger grew up as a farm boy and held a gun at a young age, some things never change. His love for fire arms have been down to his son and his grandsons. And perhaps, his granddaughter-in-law? Below is an image of the men at the local Farmington, New Mexico trap club, shooting claw pigeons; PULL!
If you look closely, you can see the bullet escaping the barrel of Bryan's gun. Each of the men folk shot perfectly and received an "I shot 25 in a row," pin. This is a huge deal. Particularly for Bryan and uncle Marty who haven't been shooting for over two years.
Grandpa wanted me to try my hand at shooting. Bryan's riffle was much too heavy for me, so I used his brother Tyler's. After a quick tutorial, they popped in a bullet for me and told me to shoot my target. I was trembling and had indescribable fear pulsating throughout my entire body. I tried to remain confident in front of the watchful stares of the guys.
I just couldn't pull the trigger. I couldn't do it. I put the riffle down and told them, "I'm scared!" Four men, will not take that as an acceptable answer. I pulled the riffle up once more, looked down the barrel from my mark, and pulled the trigger. It was frightening, but I did it! I did five practice shots, then Tyler found a can for me to shoot. I totally nailed it!!
My heart was still pounding and flowing with adrenaline as we packed up the guns and drove home. Bryan and Roger were very proud of me. Heck, I was proud of myself. I didn't know that something like that existed inside of me. There is something very therapeutic about facing an event that I'm completely fearful of. Have you ever faced a fear of your own? What was it?
Bryan and I had a riot spending quality time together. Thursday night we stopped in Barstow to eat at In 'N Out for supper. We nibbled our food outdoors on the hood of our truck, while watching a violent purple-red sunset. Our puppy ran around gleefully exploring his new surroundings. I felt content and completely in love with the moment, my existence, and my magnificent husband. 
