Grandma "Annie Oakley"

     One Sunday our family drove two hours to Helena, Montana, to Aunt Harriet's house. We went with them on a picnic to Gates of the Mountain. This is a place where you can get on a big boat and drive up from one lake to another.  We were waiting for the boat, so Daddy brought out his .22 rifle and .22 pistol out. He set up some things to shoot at, and one of the things was a little cigarette packet with a round, red circle on it, just like a target.  Everybody had a turn shooting at the targets. When it was my turn, Daddy held the rifle for me because I wasnt strong enough to hold it by myself. I was only six years old. He told me how to look down the top of the barrel and point it at the little cigarette packet. I did just what he said, squeezed the trigger that made the bullet fly toward the target.  It was very loud.  When they brought the target back, there was a little hole right in the middle.  I had shot a bullseye!  That is a very hard thing to do, and I was just a little girl.  I guess I am a pretty good shot.