Much to the relief of my animal rights' readership, no hunting actually ended up taking place. Not because the men thought hunting was sinful, mind you, but just because the day was too full of different things to do. The shooting that WAS done, was with various manmade targets.
I was visiting with the ladies, minding my own business, when Matt comes and tells me that he wants me to try target shooting with his 22. I politely decline.
I have never been a 'shooter' of animals OR targets. When I was like NINE I shot one of my Dad's guns at a range and the kick bruised my shoulder, and with it, my motivation to ever try that again.
He kept bullying me and so I gave in, saying "JUST ONCE. For you!"
"I am no good!"
"It will hurt!"
"You know how much I love you now, don't you?"
And a few more various comments were made as he dragged me begrudgingly along.