I watch as a clay disc that was just flying into the sky breaks into pieces and falls back to earth. My mouth drops open.
I should probably mention I’m holding a shotgun. And I’ve never shot a gun before — until today. Actually, until about three minutes ago.
“You got it!” says Taylor Estep, the shooting captain at Juneberry Ridge. “Nice! Ready to go again?”
I line my shotgun back up in the pocket of my shoulder and press my cheek against it. Who am I? I can’t help but to laugh wildly. My adrenaline is racing.
“Ready!” I say and focus down the barrel of the gun. Another clay comes flying up and I follow its ascent. I pull the trigger as it reaches its peak.
It turns out guns are really loud. I try not to squeeze my eyes shut every time I pull the trigger. I shoot that clay, too. Then another.
Estep grins. “Three in a row!” he says. “This is why I love doing this.”
It’s a moody, cloudy morning at Juneberry Ridge…
by Katie Schanze at Our State Magazine