I walk into the crisp range.

A tall man greets us for i know why not.

It is his priority to ensure we are ready.

Father and I grab our gear from th van,

and embark on the 3 hour stop.

Father grabs the shotgun and fires a few rounds.

Then he asks me, "why not take a shot?"

He hands over the 28 guage, hoping with please.

I sit on the cold seat as the birds continue to tweet.

"Why not" I tell myself in the crowd, aiming swiftly down the range.

I load the 3 shots and with dought

miss the first fire by the spout.

I chamber the next on touching the cold metal,

and with please hit it right as the mark. 

feeling confident my father in awe,

asked me to fire towards the mark.

I overly joyed

fired the weapon, making the shot.