Paden....we were brought up alike, I think...
See if this is familiar..."You need to know how to shoot a shotgun and to spit...the rest will work out"
That was Dad's idea of how to raise a girl...and I am so glad...made me one tough chick when I have to be.
Yep, but after the recoil re-broke my collar bone, he wouldn't let me touch a shotgun again. I had to make do with a twenty-two calibur rifle and handguns, bow and arrows, slingshots, hammers, frying pans, hatchets and tomahawks... Something that wouldn't cause the collar bone to break a third time. I was two the first time and it never did heal right...