Straight-Up Gangsta

So, apparently my family is packing these days. They are concealed hand gun license -- crazies, not to be confused with the mexican mafia.

Nothing says family-time like going to the shooting range and busting some caps.
Family Memories!!

Up until, Labor Day Weekend, I never shot a gun. I gave it a try and LOVED it. It felt empowering. I know Trey loved it too. He's been talking about getting his concealed hand gun license for over a year now. He really wants a gun and talks about it at least once a week, but I have mixed feelings about it. However, if someone else has a gun, I wanna play --  I'm just not crazy about owning one.

Uncle Luis giving me some pointers: A family that shoots together stays together.

Dress Wearing-Texas-Gangsta, Ya'll!

Wassup!

This gun had some kick and I refused to shoot it. No thanks.

Brian telling Trey how to shoot this monster

A nice little hobby

Okay, I'll admit it -- shooting guns felt great, but someone please tell Trey he can't have one.

I know what he's thinking and this answer is NO, Trey you can't have one.   :P



Adam recording video, of Jerrica
Josiah Shooting

Check it, three orange men up...

Three men down...

Tyler is probably wondering - What are you aiming at? Tyler, I don't know.
Adam was telling me how to adjust my arms because that was my first rodeo.

And this was the last gun I shot....Oh, wow --- how many guns did I shoot? I lost track.