I love to shoot. Shoot at targets, that is. My dad and brother are hunters but I don't know, if faced with the opportunity, if I could shoot a living creature. If it was necessary for my survival, certainly, but when I really think about the act in detail, it kind of turns my stomach. Thankfully. Although, when I was 17 and sharing a farm in Northern California, I was able to kill a rabbit for dinner, and I love to fish. Have no problem throwing a 60 pound ahi on ice. And fly fishing is an art I would love to perfect. Maybe when I get older and can't climb mountains anymore I'll plop myself at the base of a mountain, by a stream with a graphite pole. Hopefully there will be fish left in the streams by then.
Guns and amunition are very pricey on Maui, so when I visited my brother in Yakima, Washington I made him get out his guns and we went to a range near his house for some target practice. It's been years since I held a gun and it was 40 degrees so I was shivering a bit but I managed to get some good groupings on the target. My stance in this photo is terrible but hey, I'm a beginner. The other photo is my brother Joe, with perfect stance and very tight groupings.
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