Score One for the City Kid

I grew up in the heart of yuppie suburban Denver (home, sweet home!). As a result, my childhood education lacked a bit in a few areas. I was never well versed in guns, bows, cattle branding, calf roping, horseback riding, bunny clubbing, birthing and milking cows, rodeos, driving tractors, etc. I have some cousins that grew up on a ranch in the absolute middle of nowhere, and whenever we would visit them, these knowledge gaps quickly became obvious. My cousins loved to tease us city kids for our naivety, and although I always knew there were advantages to growing up in both places, I could never quite think up any good comebacks to their taunts.

Until yesterday. Yesterday, THIS city kid leveled the playing field. Oh, yes. I shot a gun for the first time ever yesterday, a 12-gauge shotgun. My three brothers-in-law, my husband, my country cousin Nicole and I all shot clay pigeons after my one practice shot. I didn't think I'd shoot anything, especially since they were moving targets, but I hit quite a several clays and even dusted a few of them. I am especially proud to say that I outshot Nicole - the same cousin that has been taunting me for years. Vindication at long last! Score one for the city kid...