Above is what is left of learning an unwelcome skill today.   Tom has taken me out to try shooting the.22 before, and I really wasn't interested.   Today, he insisted I learn to shoot the shotgun.   I hate guns.   They are for hunting.  They are for men, in my opinion.   Tom says I should learn to shoot for fun.  To me it is for killing.  
The reason behind learning to shoot today is that the Amish neighbors around the corner had the misfortune of losing a new prize ram to two really big, really mean, and from what the other neighbor said, really fast nasty dogs.     They confronted the other neighbor's dogs.   He said they really were having a time but  and luckily they didn't get hurt but did run them off in the woods.   No one got a chance to shoot at them.  We may never see them agian, but with the little ones being born out in the barn, and all the cats we have,  Ken isn't always here to help me.   I hope I will NEVER get another opportunity to do that.!