I shot a gun for the first time ever this weekend. BOOM. I was a little unsure I’d even like going out shooting, seeing that with improper safety protocols, it can be a life and death situation. However, we had a solid, non-sketchy group of people and an old friend was in town, so I bit the bullet (I will not apologize for that terrible pun) and went. To understate, I enjoyed myself quite nicely. And what better way to venture out and appreciate the Pacific Northwest’s natural beauty?
I live in the south sound of Washington state, 20 miles east of Tacoma. To get to this special spot, we drove even further east to a nearby town with a population of 480 people, and then wound through miles and miles of muddy, pothole ridden forest roads. We were up so high in the foothills that we could see the cranes on Tacoma’s Commencement Bay (pictured, blurrily). On a clear day you can see Seattle.
Next, I tried my hand at shooting clay pigeons. I shot one on my fourth try! And when we got home we realized my husband caught it on camera. Evidence!
Cheesy victory smile. Also, take notice of my demonstration in gun safety.
*Editor’s notes: Please sing the title of this post to the tune of the infamously terrible Christmas In The Northwest song. Also, I want to say something about all the littering. This made me a little sad seeing all the garbage (mostly shells) that gets left at these shooting sites. I think next time I might take a garbage bag or two with me and leave things better than when I found it…
Photos by StyleLogical and Mr. StyleLogical