One peaceful day out in the woods, I practiced target shooting. I set up behind a fallen log, got comfortable, and snapped a picture to share with my husband. For me, it was just another day enjoying the outdoors, with the sun filtering through the trees and the rifle in my hands. I sent it, and expected him to be impressed by my aim and the peaceful setting.

But I got a message that threw me off instead.

“Whose hat is that?” he asked.