I will start by stating this....I am truly a girlie girl. I love pink. If it's pink, I want it. See, here are the shoes I wore today.
So, today Shooter finally got me to agree to going to one of his steel matches. It's about as non-girlie as you can get. It's reeks of so much testosterone it's highly unnerving. So, if you're not as well versed in pistol shooting competitions as me, then I will explain. See, a bunches of folks convene at a specified time.
They then walk all over creation with their guns, and coolers, and carts.
They stop every so often at stations where they try to shoot these little metal plates as fast as they can.
Personally, I chose to focus on the object of all my affection. Shooter.
*sigh* Isn't he handsome.
What a grin he has.
He's so sexy when he's engrossed in something he loves to do.
Oh...and he made the mistake of letting me shoot his gun at the last station....I did pretty well. So next time I'm going with him - provided it's not raining or freezing cold. My plan is to beat him, not that I'm competitive or anything. I'm a girlie girl, so I need to go and get me some pink muffs and shooting glasses.