A few weekends ago the hubs and I skipped a few states over to spend a long weekend at my parents vacation place in West Virginia. Perched on a mountain side, outside a small river-side town, their cabin is the perfect getaway from the hustle and bustle of the DC area.
It’s also the perfect place to do a a little skeet shooting. Believe me, no one in West Virginia even blinks when a gun goes off. Plus there is plenty of open, human-less space to practice safely.
My dad, B, and I got out the family collection of shot guns {a few belonged to my great grandparents} and the clay pigeon thrower. We threw on our safety gear {I even have pink ear protection} and we were ready to shoot!
Now, I am no Annie Oakley, but when it comes to target parctice, I’m halfway decent. Send a bright orange clay disk up into the air, however, and I turn into a hot mess with a gun {don’t worry, I’m a safe hot mess}. I don’t think I hit a single one, but it sure was fun to try!
Good times!
Do you shoot?


























































