I could be a hunter.. That's right a hunter. It seems far fetched even to myself. But on Saturday Brandy, Clint, Bryton and myself sit through an 8 hour class to be safe. I will be the first to say I'm so thankful that future Allen's will be attending this class with their father. I had made up my mind if I failed the class I wouldn't take it again. I was so excited b/c I only missed one question! Maybe I was born for this :)... I'm thinking not. considering that I hate getting up early, I'm scared to death that a snake may eat me while I'm walking to a tree stand. Not to mention that I hate being cold. So any way Shane took me to shoot with him on Saturday and I hit the target the first three times I shot so I was pretty excited about that. Now I just have to get a deer. Even if I never get a deer I have the joy of being able to partake in my husbands favorite pass time with him, so eight hours and a sore butt later ( they should really look into getting new chairs!!!) I can now be a hunter!