I know you need speshul guns and a fancie belt. We did nut have those things, but now we do.
So there was time spent this spring lerning again to ware ear plugs. I do not like ear plugs, but this is OK becuz heer is what it looks liek to learn to ware em:
You can see the strings on my haltur. I donut mind ear plugs if the trade off is grasses like theese.
We have not had grass like that for AGES.
That grass wuz so great.
I miss it.
. . .
Anyways. So. Mom lerns that there is a Mounted Shootering Coach near our Roxie house. She signs us up for a clinic, but we has to cancel becuz of when I got my leg stuck in the fense.
But she makes a deel with the Coach lady for private lessons instead.
So we trucks over ther an I learns abouwt shooting again. This involves being shootded around, by your hooman.
Ther is also dry fire practice where you trot an canner arownd the cone things an mom pretends to shoot but the gun just does clicky click instead of a big boom.
Ther is also a drill where we ride with Coach Cortney on her teeny horse Copper, and she shoots. Or we ride with Coach and Mom shoots. It's scarey! I donut mind the big booms but ther is a HUGE SMOKE CLOUD an I HAETE SMOKE.
Coach Cortny is nice tho. She has a web deal that is all about mounted shooting. In case you wants to lern more.
Maybe som day I will get over my fears of smoke.
One of the best ways to do this is to go hang out at a shoot:
We also rided around and set balloons.
Wen a person goes, they shoot balloons. It is my Roxie Job to go out there an replace dead ones with new ones.
So we ride out with a arm load of these.
Ther is so many people here to watch!
And everyone is all "Boy that big horse is sure great." Probly.