Monday, July 13, 2009

I'm a girly girl

and this is not my hobby!
What's up with my summer? First I had to go fishing with the guys and now I'm blasting away at a target with a 9mm handgun and a .22 rifle. (didn't get pictures of that one)

I believe every American should have the right to own a gun so he or she can hunt and defend his or her family and self. I also believe that if you have a gun, you should know how to use it, and you should use it with great wisdom, care, and common sense.

Now this gun belongs to my husband, not me. Personally, I think I could have gone the rest of my life without learning to shoot a gun and I'd be happy. But Rick insisted I go shoot with him. So I did.

I did alright learning to use my hubby's new gun. The arthritis in my thumbs makes it hard for me to cock it for firing, but I figure that if I ever have to use it to defend myself, adrenalin will rush to my aid. As far as hitting the target--I did okay there too. I didn't hit the mark perfectly, but I got very close. If an attacker were as near as 30 yards away, I could do some serious damage.

But this post is not about the right to bare arms or my eagle-eye aim. It's about hobbies.

Like a kid in a candy shop, after purchasing the gun, my husband grabbed up bullets, hearing protectors, more bullets, a cleaning kit, some more bullets, eye protectors (both the clear and sunshade kind), another box of bullets, a carrying pouch, and...oh yes, some bullets. Rick is not the violent type, and the boyish glee with which he clutched his new belongings told me the man may be developing a new hobby.

I know some people do shoot guns as a hobby and that's great. I enjoyed the brief challenge of trying to hit the X in the middle of the target, but standing out in the bright sun and 100+ temperature didn't make it to the top spot on my fun list. I'm a girly girl and I like to cross stitch, crochet, read, bake--you know--less aggressive, less competitive activities.

Yet I found myself accompanying my husband while he had a blast--literally. Sharing hobbies is one of those things that help to build a lasting marriage and make life together fun. Shooting with Rick was a good thing, and it has put my mind to thinking...

The next time I buy some new cross stitch needles or a crochet hook and yarn, I think I'll insist that hubby learn how to use them.

I have to go now, I think I hear someone laughing at me.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like you had a fun time!

Talkin' Texan said...

Anonymous,
It would have been more fun if the temperature was 75 and the wind weren't blowing, but I was in good company with hubby and some of my kids and that always makes for a good time. Thanks for reading and commenting. Come back again soon and often! :)

Karen said...

That's great that you are able to share interests with your hubby...would love to see a pic of him crocheting...wait...is that another laugh?

Edie said...

Wahahaha!!

I've been shooting once and it probably wasn't um ... legal. Long time ago, young and foolish. But I discovered that I would probably enjoy it.

I have a cop friend and he's like your hubby when it comes to guns. Fun stuff!! :P

Alene said...

I KNEW you were from Texas!!! Love the post.

Leah said...

Thank you for visiting me over at The Point. I can soooo relate to this post. My husband is a huge shooting enthusiast. He reloads all his own shells, he is a certified NRA instructor, we could run a gun store out of our house. He taught me to shoot shortly after we got married and I do enjoy it and I'm a decent shot. Not nearly as good as him, but I could stop or severely wound an attacker. My motto: never be without at least one gun!!

Leah

Lisa Buffaloe said...

Hi Lavonda,

Thank you for visiting my blog. I love your post on shooting. My family and I were looking at guns today. The guys were drooling. I do enjoy shooting and used to sleep with a loaded gun under my pillow -- but that's another story. :-D

Have a blessed day!

Lisa