
"Yep," I assured her.
After a pretty long pause and intense study of the picture she decided, "Well I'd better be very careful with germs...that means staying away from boys. Especially dirty ones."
"Yep," I assured her smiling to myself.
2...
Whee...
Yup.
That's Girl Child and myself...
Her: brave, bold and barely tall enough!
Me: not brave and bold...and barely tall enough.
Meet the cross between Sledge and Straight Shooter.
She's one cool chick.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: cluck, cluck, cluuuuck. bawk, bawk, bawwwwck!! (not sure which one to type to illustrate a chicken sound ;o) Either way, I had my hands tucked under my pits flapping my wings while I made them!
I will be following this girl's progress like a Rabid Dawg.
She was born and raised in Alaska. Like a lot of kids in Alaska, she and her sister were home schooled. She started shooting from her back deck with her Daddy at the ripe old age of 3. Yes, 3.
Her momma was killed in a car accident when she was 9. Her Daddy quit his full-time construction job the next day to be a full-time care taker of His Girls. And he finished homeschooling them. Now, like any good dad, he found all sorts of extra curricular activities that would count towards P.E. Corey took to trap shooting like a duck to water.
Last winter she was 8 targets out from having a spot on the Olympic team. She was training at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs when she called home and said, "I really feel I need to go train in Texas where the last competition will be held." Dad agreed and off she went.
At the end of three days, she had not only made up the eight targets to make first place, she'd won the entire competition by 12 targets. That's like saying Tiger Woods won the board by 12 holes! Usually, competitions of this level are won by one, maybe two targets. Twelve y'all. 12.
And btw, she's the only female member of the 2008 Shooting Team.
Now, here's my Rabid Dawg reasonings:
3. She wears all the correct gear. Girl Child wears all the correct gear. Ish.
...most of the time.
And reason #6 - To get to her level, she must know all the tricks of the trade. And, apparently, Crumb Snatcher #2 is learning some of her own. This one is called "Squeeze my Red Ryder with my Sweet Cheeks so I can cock my gun" trick.
Don't laugh, it may come in handy one day at the Olympic Trials...
I'll keep you informed.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thank you for encouraging them to Dream Big. I love it that all they are seeing right now are red, white and blue, inspiration and opportunities at every turn. That all they are hearing in their little heads is the Star Spangled Banner and America the Beautiful. It makes my heart go pitter-pat.