Duck Hunt or Albanian Nintendo

This Saturday, seven of us headed out of Tirana to the skeet shooting range. I knew that I was in for another adventure. Entela saved my life and brought along an extra set of ear plugs. There was one shot gun between the seven of us and four cases of cartridges. It was sort of encouraging that the two marines with us were pretty good shots! They were also pretty good teachers. I didn't hit any of the clay discs, but the other girls hit at least one. I was concentrating on not shooting my eye out! (Or anyone else's for that matter). The discs were bright orange and came out from overhead and also out from the cliff down by the water. There were a few that simply rolled across at a break-neck speed. I didn't even attempt the "rabbits!" I really never realized how extremely heavy a gun is. My arms are still stiff. Now I know how to aim (sort of), fire, load and unload a gun. Just don't ask me to actually hit anything...

Apparently, I should be leaning forward. At least I have my "warrior stance." I seriously practiced to get my footing right! Casey had me walking like a warrior all over the place. At least I know my friends are never truly laughing at me...