I Shot A Gun
Awhile back, I made a list of things I want to do that I have never done. On this list, I included “shoot a gun.” This weekend, I did it.
The reasons I wanted to shoot a gun included: I had never done it before, I wanted to see what the big deal was, I wanted to do something that was scary/tough, I like Charlie’s Angels, I wanted to be able to judge action adventure movies better, I wanted a new experience, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about issues like gun control until I gave guns a fair try.
So Marcia and I decided to have the Girls with Gun Party. The goal was to be as manly as possible for a day. On Saturday, Marcia, Leona, Krista, and I went to BullsEye Range in San Rafael, shot a gun, and then came back to my house and ate steak that Kyle, Troy, and Chris cooked for us. (Meat is manly, and having men cook your dinner after shooting a gun is especially manly). (ETA: The term manly here is meant to be tongue-in-cheek. We do not want to be men and we don’t think shooting a gun is a strictly male activity.)
I went first. I was surprised about how easy it is to shoot a gun. Everyone said I would be knocked back by the force of the gun, but I could barely tell it was firing. I did okay for my first time. I hit the bad guy’s head, nose, chin, and throat.
We shot two .22 guns, a semi-automatic and a revolver. I liked the revolver better than the semi-automatic because it is easier to load and looks cooler and tougher. Also I could tell when it was hitting the target better.
Marcia and I agreed: shooting a gun is fun! Leona and Krista had mixed-but-overall-positive feelings. I would never go hunting or own a gun, but I wouldn’t be opposed to going to a range again or shooting a bigger gun at something-not-alive. Overall, we were glad we tried something new.
Watch out: We may giggle and have swirly hair, but we can also shoot a gun, now, too.
Update: Read Marcia’s account of the same thing, and view more of my pictures, here. Ditto Leona.
