I haven’t been to the gun range since last May, a week before finding out I was nearly three months pregnant. Armed with a custom .223 Savage target rifle, I was excited to finally get back on the range and shoot some paper.
While Husband was sighting in a gun with a new scope, I was at a nearby station minding my own business and doing quite well. For the first time ever, I had a better group than my Dad … but only because he has an injured elbow and not as accurate!
If shooting like a girl is wrong, I don’t want to be right.