After shopping for groceries and fixing Nettie’s Gate, it was nearly noon, and the poll was taken: eat lunch, go for a hike, or go target shooting. It was a perfectly still, sunshiny midday and prime for going to the range, so we packed our chairs and guns and ammo and beverages and Malinda who had never been shooting before on up there, and had ourselves some fun.
The Watchers:
The Shooters:
The Preciouses whom I love beyond words or thought and therefore must photograph:
