The wife really wanted to try to shoot a pig. I told her the chances were low to have them there with what little time the family had left, but that the chances were zero if we didn't go. One hour after shooting a rifle for the first time, we walked about 500 yards to see if there were any pigs by the feeder (though not often there, this was about the best time of day to try, the last 30 minutes before sunset). The "First Hunt Planets" aligned, there being three pigs at the feeder. Having her husband hand her the rifle, I picked a safe shooting lane, and had her kneel and take her time, as they were not aware of our presence. Her 60 yd shot broke its back, and I had her finish it off with my 1911. One very happy lady and family. They are hooked for sure.



Tolerance: the abolition of absolutes

Consistency is the currency of credibility