Every Friday this winter, my husband woke up early, put on warm layers, ate a huge breakfast, and went target shooting before work with a friend’s grandfather, a 70-something hunter and biathlete. Right before Christmas, they invited me to join them. So, I went target shooting, too. Three times.
Just to be clear, I’m saying that my husband and I shot guns. We had fun. It could be only a matter of time until we consider hunting….Click here to continue reading about our adventures over at The Addison Independent.