I told Bruce if he rounded up the sitter I'd go wherever he wanted on our next date. He was true to his word, so I was true to mine, which is how we wound up at the gun range last night.
I've shot guns before, but I have been on a loooooong hiatus. Above is my target from my first attempt. Not bad, eh? Now, I'm no Rose J.M., but I think I could make an intruder think twice about raiding the place. If I could find the gun. If I could remember how to take the safety off. If I could remember how to load the clip. Ah, hell. I'm just going to stay paranoid about locking the doors.
The range was very crowded. There was a woman there with a terrible perm and a tank top teaching her son how to shoot. My first problem was that whenever the son did something that the mom thought was wrong she would reach right out in front of him and snatch the gun out of his hands. Second, her son (bless his little heart) had shaky, shaky hands. His constitution is probably better for scrambling eggs than handling any sort of firearm. That's why I'm nervous around guns- because lots of weirdos have them, and not enough normal people have them.
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Well, if she was snatching the gun, I would think it was because the boy was not keeping the barrel of the gun down range. I have seen men trying to teach girlfriends how to shoot and logic behind gun handling unfortunately is not intuitive. You'd be surprised how many people swing the barrel of the gun toward a shooter at their left or right because they turn to talk to someone. It takes some focus and concentration that a child does not have to resist that urge. The gun always wants to come with you, and that behavior can be lethal. She was probably keeping you from getting shot.
ah, dear, you flatter me.
And while my ego adores you, I must only reply two words.
pepper. spray.
AMEN! Don't be alarmed that my hubby has guns, he's one of the "normal" ones. :)
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