PULL!

Last night, my Rotary Club held a fundraiser at a skeet shooting range. We had WAY more people show up than I expected and it really did turn out to be a fun event. Sometimes for work, I go to glamorous events…and other times, I’m out in the cow pastures yelling, PULL.

As a sponsor of the event, I got to put together a team of 5 shooters. Naturally, I wanted to participate, even though I’VE NEVER SHOT A GUN. Yes, that’s right…I entered a contest without any prior knowledge of how to hold, aim, or shoot a gun. I didn’t even know how to accurately put earplugs in! However, I was trained in about 30 seconds and off I went to shoot with my team.

Now, before I go on, I should tell you about my team. My mom, dad, and two of their friends from church joined me and they cruised up with their own guns and amo belts. Ya, I was going to be the weakest link and I knew I was going to have to own it.

Out of 15 stations, I could only make it through 10 of them. My shoulder was starting to ache (doing an upper body workout at the gym the night before could have contributed to that) and my jaw actually hurt a bit from the placement on the side of the gun. Oh, and after taking at least 40 shots, and missing EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, I decided my fragile ego couldn’t handle any more. Ha!

So, I was a total and complete disaster…but I like to say that I did it with flair because during every shot, I literally yelled/screamed. At one point my dad looked over at me and said what are you doing that for?! It made me laugh!

I may not be able to shoot well, but I look the part, right?! While it was a very fun event, I’m not so sure that guns are for me. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night from a terrible nightmare. I’m not really a chicken and don’t stress about guns (having grown up with a hunter father), but something about all the gunfire last night really got under my skin…but then again, I could just as easily attribute the nightmare to the BBQ. ; ) Guess we’ll just have to wait and see next year!