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Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!

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Turning Hick

August 18, 2004

Last summer, this “soccer mom” turned in her mini van for a 1500 SL Dodge Ram Quad Cab. A month later, we moved up north near the place I grew up. It’s not quite “the country” but close. My sister gives me a hard time about it though. She keeps offering to by me a gun rack for my truck, since she says I am now a hick. Unfortunately, my experience a couple of days ago doesn’t work well to disprove my sister’s claim.

My dad called me out of the blue on Monday to find out if I had any plans for the day. He wanted to take me to the shooting range. Yes, I said the shooting range. Generally, my dad and I are pretty much opposite when it comes to guns. He’s a collector and was once an avid hunter. Whereas I can’t even fish anymore because I feel so bad for the little things struggling for their lives, and I support many gun control ideas. (I’m not a vegetarian, by the way. I can still eat animals, I just have a hard time killing an animal myself.) But like my dad, I’ve always enjoyed shooting. He taught me how to shoot a gun when I was very young, and I turned out to be rather good at it. I always like to show off to my husband when we pass one of those shooting ranges at amusement parks, and I love those shooting games at the arcades. Until this week though, it had been many years since I’ve shot a real gun, and I was very excited to try again.

We spent several hours at his house looking through his collection and deciding which guns would be the best ones for me to try that day. We decided on a 12 gauge shotgun, a 20 gauge shotgun, a 9 mm handgun, and a 38 special. Ultimately, we chose to only take the handguns since we were short on time, and since I had never used a handgun before.

We stopped by the sporting goods supply store for targets, and I very quickly became interested in the bows. I forgot to mention that my dad offered me his compound bow last year, but I’ve not had a chance to do anything with it. We will be returning to the store to check out the bows again in the near future. But Monday was dedicated to the guns.

So we gathered up our gear and headed over to the range. Unfortunately, we had spent too much time looking at my dad’s guns and learning about bows. By the time we got to the range, there was only 30 minutes left before they closed for the night. I did get to practice with the guns, just a bit. I have to say, I can see myself getting very interested in shooting as a sport, though I’m not quite ready for that gun rack. Yet.

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One Response to “Turning Hick”

  1. Oz Says:
    August 19th, 2004 at 10:22 am

    My uncle in Sad Diego has about 40 guns. He opened up his gun safes and showed me some. Quite a collection. The next time I go out there, I might go to the shooting range with him. I’ve only ever shot a sawed off beebee gun when I was 12, but I was good then….

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