Tonight, I shot a gun for the first time ever. It was pretty fucking awesome.
A gun club in St. Catharines has an open shoot on Tuesdays. For $12, you get 50 rounds of ammo, and a bunch of safety lessons.
|not just my boobs, |
but burn marks on my boobs from spent shell casings.
I'm hard core.
We got to fire .22 caliber pistols. Mine was a left handed Ruger. It was different than the one we practiced with, and mine jammed alot. The guy thought it was how I cocked it, and it might have been. I handled the thing like it was a live rattlesnake.
When we first started firing, the thing that got me the most was the noise. I have heard gun shots before, but never right beside my head. Even with the ear protection on, it was loud. Very loud. I jumped a couple of times. But that might have been the adreneline coursing through me, at the thought of loading and firing a real, live, honest-to-goodness gun.
It sent a shiver up my back, just touching the bullets, sliding them in the little magazine. Pushing the magazine home, it was satisfaction made of metal. And the first trigger squeeze....
I was hooked.
I didn't do great, but didn't do too badly either. I hit my target with about 15-18 of my 25 rounds (you change your target half way through). It was tricky to remember how to hold the gun, and to breathe, and to squeeze. To line up your front sight through your back sight, to the bottom of the bull. To be safe, and not wave the damn thing around. It reminds me of golf, so much to think about, to make it seem natural.
|my own little shell|
It ended all too quickly. I have sore shoulders right now, but I think that is more due to the stress I had today at work, and the stress I gave myself about being good and being safe with the gun. There was very little recoil with the little pistol, just enough to throw off my sights every time.
I will defnitely go back. It was a bucket list thing, learning to shoot. In a very real way, I am preparing for the Zompocolypse, when it comes. I need to learn other weapons, if I am gonna keep us safe from the horde. But since Geoff is a better shot than me (he hit the target 23/25 and 25/25 times) as he said "I will be the one on the roof with the sniper rifle, in the snow and the rain. You and the kids get to stay inside."
So, I have a very healthy respect for guns and what they can do. But I can't wait to try again.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "NRA, baby!"