Shooting without a camera

While I have spent much of my life in North Idaho I can tell you that I am not outdoorsy. As a kid I spent a lot of time on rainy and snowy days reading Little Women and The Hobbit. Bad weather was my favorite because it made sure my indoor reading was not interrupted. Later as I got older I realized that books were indeed portable, but the bugs and sunburn factor wasn't exactly my favorite.

With age I have learned to start to like the outdoors. That being said, my idea of camping usually includes room service and shopping. I think that stems from church camp all those years ago, sitting in tents surrounded by the smack smack hiss of girls slapping away mosquitos and then applying more bug spray. I swear those bugs at that campsite were immune to OFF! Deep Woods, which is what my mom always bought me.

Today my outdoor adventures took me to the shooting range. My husband and his friend were gracious enough to invite me along.

  

Shooting friends together (including my own) is my favorite. There is something so natural and unforced about it.

We were there during a particularly moody stint of Northern weather. This picture below was taken less than thirty minutes after the first as the wind bit our fingers until they turned numb and red.

Snow still lurks in the shadows of the valleys this time of year. A little target practice was followed by clay pigeons.

My husband totally looks good firing a gun! Love it. It made me feel like if we became doomsday preppers that we would indeed be prepped.

Our mutual friend Josh is a fellow photographer and therefore can anticipate when I am framing a shot and ruin it. Ten points! :-)

In case you are wondering, I did fire a gun today. It was thrilling. It also hurt my bicep since I wasn't holding it properly -- which resulted in big laughs from my husband. Just keepin' it real here.  Josh promised me smaller ammo next time. I even got to see it -- it was tiny and cute. I can't wait for the next adventure.