A girl and her gun

I am in love. I confess. It hit like lightening on our first date. I had been with another that just didn’t fit. I felt bruised and disconnected … like I was always reaching. I knew it wasn’t going to work, so I ended it.

Then I met my true love. Smooth, the perfect fit and my Dad even approved. Our relationship is so easy, no drama. I fell in love with a shotgun!

The first time I shot my Dad’s Beretta 362 Gold E 12 gauge shotgun, it was a match made in heaven and we are still together. It is going to be a lifelong relationship. My Dad, my very first Valentine, gave me this gun after we just couldn’t make the Browning BT 99 that he had won at a shoot fit me well. Then Dad bought a 362 Gold E un-single for himself. Once we got my Beretta adjusted, I started shooting at the events with him. He was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer only a year after I started shooting with him. After he shot about 10,000 registered trap targets the year he was on chemo, he passed away in March 2009.

He may be gone, but he left me with so many things, a legacy really. He left me with a beautiful shotgun and a love of shooting. I think I may love that gun more now than I did the day he gave it to me. -Becki