My wife is a supporter of my addictions. They flop back and forth between guitars and guns. I'm a bass player. She says that the guns and guitars are my girlfriends. They come and they go, but she is my wife and she stays.
She used to shoot steel with me back a number of years ago. She got good enough to beat about 1/3 of the guys in the match. She didn't really care about it, just didn't want to spend all that time without doing anything. She still likes to shoot 22 pistols and my 357, but has no interest in reloading or casting. Shooting a shotgun makes no sense to her, probably has someting to do with the math.
When I hurt my back and wanted to shoot, she hauled all the gear and me to the range. I hobbeled out to the firing line, and she set out targets and changed them out for me. When it was time to go, she packed up and hauled us back to the house.
When we deer hunt, she doesn't want to shoot, but will participate in drives and cleaning of the deer.
She supports the shooting sports in our house, but thinks it borders on the obsessive at times.