On target, hold breath, squeeze the trigger, . . . pop goes the chizzler
Spring break has been upon us in Southern Utah. The Supreme Commander slept in multiple days. She and I went to Las Vegas shopping. She worked in her garden. All is well except she was bored on Friday morning, 3-14-'14. At noon I suggested we go hunt some chizzlers in Iron County. She was so bored she agreed to go! I was so surprised and happy at the same time.
We arrived at a nice location, set up the squirrel-o-matic and I gave her the basic instructions on how to load and fire a .22LR rifle. She had some trouble finding the little vermin in the scope for the first 45 minutes or so; then all heck broke loose. She was doing head shots and jumping them up in the air and even giggled once or twice I think.
I was shooting a .22LR also and we were doing our duty to help the farmers preserve their alfalfa profits. All in all I think we did rather well. We shot for about 4 hours and then took the drive home. On the way home I heard the words that every husband longs for, "I really had fun, I think I could get into this".
Who knows maybe in two more years she will have spring break and we can go hunting again. I love this girl.
Take no prisoners!
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