Daddy's girl
My dad is on a quest to teach me about guns. At least a little bit. I have handled guns since I was little, but I never knew names or specifications or how much better one thing can do compared to another and blah blah blah. This all started the other day when he asked me if I wanted to shoot some birds (grouse) with him near the Chena River. With much excitement I told him I did want to go, and as I ran off to change my clothes my dad says "Grab the 20 while you're back there." I went to the back room where the gun case is at. For the life of me I couldn't figure out which one would be big enough to hold 20 bullets, so I ran back to the living room and asked him to be more specific. He gave me the "I've failed as a father" look and took me back to the case himself to explain what each gun is called and what it can be used for. Once that was taken care of we drove off to who knows where, parked the car and ventured off into the woods down some trails in pursuit of the DUMBEST bird in the entire world. I shot 3 spruce grouse and my dad shot 4. That was fun, but I hated having to clean them. It really wasn't so bad except for having to break the wings off. I felt GUILTY for doing this, and just having to hear the bones go crack crack crack... Once we returned home my dad asked me to bring some things inside the house. As I was carrying them I spotted a grouse in the yard. I asked myself, "Do I dare?" Oh heck yeah man. Only in Alaska. :)