that time we shot guns with mom...

{and she peed her pants laughing so hard after her first gun shot}

{and jeff showed us how to be a real cowboy.  again.}

{and osker freaked out and hid under the driver's seat}

{and i whipped out this down vest for the first time this year}

{and put my most favorite cowboy boots to actual use. (similar found here)}

{and my brother's and i decided to awkwardly pose with a gun.  the end.}

bored in wyoming?

go shoot a gun.  because you can.

the cat's meow

yeehaw

mandatory clancy jvest

i'm not quite sure how i acquired my father's 20 gauge browning shotgun. 
i certainly didn't ask for it. 
i'm petrified of guns.  like panic attacks when i knew they were in the house, totally disassembled.
i've been secretly wanting to give target practice a chance ever since the gun was turned over to me.
i guess i thought....i live in wyoming.  i should shoot a gun.

wyoming gun laws:
permit to purchase shotguns?  nope.
registration of shotguns? no.
licensing of owners of shotguns? not necessary.
permit to carry shotguns? negative.
i don't know much about gun laws but those seem pretty firearm friendly.

well anyways, if you can't tell from the photos.  i had a BLAST.  besides the massive bruise on my arm from the kickbacks, it was awesome. 
cat was a natural and w. nailed every target on his first shot.  must be a southern boy.