During a conversation with Shelby about how cool shotguns are, I realized that I kept referring to my gun, as a her. Then, in a moment, I named her Betty!
The last and best human Betty I have had in my life, was Steph's mom, Betty.
She and seven year old Tori spent a summer with Steph and I, at our sprawling log home place in Idaho. Betty and I had become friends before that, back in the Seattle area, and their visit just sealed the deal, I loved Betty, my friend. And I taught Tori how to ride a bike that summer!
Betty was the family matriarch, the one at the top of the heap. She was tough, strong and honest. A nice way to define a shotgun!