This past weekend (Thursday to Saturday) was a short doe season here in West Virginia. I did a little target shooting before going out. They say the “kill zone” on a deer is about the size of a paper plate, so I was playing with a paper plate. I’m not that great of a shot, and I wasn’t even shooting that far.
I was just shooting off the studio deck. Obviously, I need more practice. (And I was just using my .22 here.) The cows, from the other side of the fence, were curious about my shenanigans. (Yes, there IS a fence line separating the cows from the target area, though it’s hard to see it in the picture.)
Pretty sure they’re giving me the evil eye here.
I didn’t get a deer–though I got close to one, and didn’t even take a shot because I didn’t have a clear shot. The deer around here are pretty safe from me, I’m thinking! But I try, and it’s fun to try. To celebrate “the trying” I went to Cabela’s.
Because I totally deserved (nay, NEEDED) this hunter’s blaze orange cowboy hat!