Kick it in the sticks

I layered my hoodie over my thermal, zipped up my leather jacket and pulled on my boots. I hopped up into the backseat of the truck and a little smile crawled upon my face as I glanced over at the seat full of bullet boxes next to me.

I didn't quite fit the part, but I was giddy none the less. It was a beautifully chilly fall day, and LT and his brother were taking me out shooting.

LT's brother has been in Alaska since we first started dating, mining gold (I know, I know, random as heck) but is back for a little bit and it's been fun getting to know him and experience his little twang of backroads country with him and LT.

(Feel free to laugh your butt off at LTs hat. I did multiple times. Goof)

We drove out to the pit, the bed of his truck full of guns and two liter bottles (target practice!). I'd like to think I impressed the boys with my sharp shootin skills. I had some pretty decent aim if I may say so myself!

Totally something I don't do most weekends, but it was such a good time! I hope we get to go again soon