Montana was where the kids and I called home for the summer.  We stayed with my parents while my husband was away training with the Air Force.  This proved to be a great time for some father and daughter bonding time.  My dad and I have never hunted together; it was my husband who got me hooked on hunting.  Dad was always busy with the ranch and I only remember him hunting one time while I was a kid.  One morning while we were sitting around after breakfast and discussing plans for the day, Dad said that he was going to go shoot some gophers.  They seemed to be taking things over now that most of the farmers in the area were using sprinkler irrigation rather than flood irrigating.  I excitedly volunteered to go with him.  He looked at me like he must be dreaming that I would actually want to go shoot gophers with him while I was on vacation.  So out we headed to the draw where the worst seemed to be residing; driving Dad's little pickup.  A huge nervousness set in, it had been years since I had done any hunting with a gun.  What if I made a huge idiot out of myself and wasn’t able to hit the broad side of a barn.  Dad has two .22 rifles with scopes that we would be using.  One was the gun they had used as kids; it definitely showed its years and had a sticky trigger.  The other was one that my grandpa had and didn’t know where he got it or what the story was behind it, or at least couldn’t remember it.  Since my grandpa doesn’t see well anymore Dad offered to take it off his hands.  It was a beautiful Remington and that’s what I would be using.  We drove around the pasture which was filled with gopher mounds.  Dad took a few then lined me up so I could take a shot.  I placed the gun over the door and lined up for the shot.  "Breathe" I told myself and I pulled the trigger.  The gopher was dead.  My excitement was nothing compared to that of my Dad's.  Being able to be out hunting with his daughter had made his day.  We both shot around 50 rounds with only a couple misses. I fell in love with the gun and maybe I will be able to inherit it one day.  This was a gopher hunting day that my dad and I will never forget.