To Joe's disappointment this was the only picture that I took of him shooting. To be honest, I thought about getting up and walking behind him and taking a few close ups looking down the barrel of the gun or at his target or just more of him shooting the different guns that Steve had, but I was afraid I would distract him and he would accidently shoot me or Steve or Alicia, or himself. Not as a discredit to him, he had great aim and behaved very professionally (no pistol twirling like I imagined) but I was very nervous. I also felt like I should be kind of respectful of something that is capable of taking human life. I didn't want to trivialize it with too many pose pictures.
I am still uncomfortable around guns and I don't understand the whole fascination some men have with them and shooting things. But it made me happy to do something that Joe really wanted to do. There were 5 or 6 times where I wished I had taken a picture of his face and the pure boyish joy and excitement that I saw there. So while I can't understand the source of it this time, I sure do love seeing my husband really happy.