The last few weeks, Rob and I have been going to turkey shoots, mostly for fun to play with our new Marlin 36" barrel bolt action 12ga goose gun, and see if luck is on our side for winning a turkey.
Tonight, it was
I went up for the first round, and my number got called with another number to have a shoot off because it was too close to call a winner. The guy I was against got all smug, and his wife/gf had a grin on her face after we shot. The judge called my number as the winner, and I think their jaws fell to the floor
One of the guys waiting in line to buy a ticket said he was rooting for me and was glad I got it. So now I don't just show the guys up at the dragstrip, I do it shooting, also! Was so excited - I was actually going to buy my turkey for Thanksgiving tomorrow, but I won one instead!
Felt even better to win one wearing my Jersey Girl hoodie and cute fuzzy boots, since most of the people there were dressed in their southern camo clothes and are "brought up shooting."
I had a few more pretty close shots, and a few where I missed the target completely
Rob got called for a shoot out also but didn't get the turkey. Every time my BIL, FIL, or Rob made fun of me for missing the target or not doing well on a round, I just showed them my winning target and asked if they had one yet
I weighed the turkey when I got home - just over 13lbs
People at the turkey shoot started fearing our gun when we'd go up, they'd be like "oh crap, I don't want to be against that long gun!" and "That's the winner gun right there!" (Even though there was a guy who won THREE turkeys tonight!)
A picture Rob took after we got home:
Tonight, it was
I had a few more pretty close shots, and a few where I missed the target completely
I weighed the turkey when I got home - just over 13lbs
A picture Rob took after we got home: