Guns and me

Walking the dogs into the woods today, I met an older gentleman who told me he was a pastor in town and was bringing some missionary visitors out to the woods later for some target shooting. He had permission from the owner of the land. Wanted to give the visitors from Egypt and Lebanon the rural Indiana experience, I guess. It dawned on me later, that though I am born and bred a rural Indiana person—a country boy fast approaching old age now at 54–I have never in my life fired a real gun. A toy Daisy BB gun given to me on my 11th birthday doesn’t really count, does it?