Teaching Little Shelby to Shoot

Little Shelby is my cousin of sorts. She's half Filipino and half American, but that's neither here nor there, for some reason I adore the little girl and I think of her as a daughter.

As most of my adventures start out...I was bored and giving her a guitar lesson. She was rather disinterested in learning the guitar and my attention was waning. So I suggested we go shoot.

I'm full of brilliant ideas when I get bored.

She readily agreed and the next thing I knew we were standing on a hilltop with loaded weapons.

Being the kind, thoughtful relative that I am I decided the first gun she should shoot was a .12 gauge, screw this fooling around with a .22, she was going to shoot a real gun.

I don't know exactly what kind of loads I was chambering into that thing but they kicked like a fucking mule. She saw me shoot a couple of them and after a couple pointers on gun safety I chambered a round, handed her the gun and told her it was hot.

She put it up to her shoulder....then I had her make a few adjustments so she wouldn't get hurt by the kick...and then she pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

She was all of five foot nothing and weighed about 100lbs at the time. Those loads were knocking me back and I knew they'd really do a number on her, so I placed my hands on her shoulder blades to keep her from being ass first in the dirt when she pulled the trigger and that thing barked.

As soon as the thing fired she screamed like a banshee and doubled over. Oh God, the neighbors heard a gun shot and a scream from my property, that's never good. I was horrified thinking maybe I'd given her more then she could handle, then she started giggling and looked at me with wide eyes and asked "Can I shoot it again?"

And that's when I knew she was related to me. Well, that and the time I spun my 300ZX in the middle of the road and as I was trying to get my heart to resume beating correctly she said "That was awesome! Let's do it again."

That's my girl.