It's true, I'm 22. My mom loves to tell the story of my birth on this day, and she usually doesn't skip any of the gory details. Luckily, it's a story I only have to hear once a year. This year I got to spend the entire weekend with my best friend and family at my aunt and uncle's cabin/ranch/shooting range/mountain house. No joke, this place was like going to camp. We four-wheeled, shot guns, hiked, told stories, zip-lined, and ate like kings. I felt so very celebrated and not to brag, but I'm awesome at shooting rifles :)
Aunt Linda and Uncle Don are the best.
To the right is a turkey blind. To the left are two turkeys.
The smallest gun I will ever see or hold. Real.
Then we fed chickens and plugged our noses because they smell bad.
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