I just turned 64 years old, and I celebrated with my siblings on the farm by shooting bullets at a paper target. I’ve only held a gun in the shooting position once before, when I was in my twenties, and I didn’t like it. So, when my brother suggested this as a family activity, I was apathetic.
One of my brothers has taken up shooting as his mid-life hobby, and he has quite the arnsenal. I first shot a .38, and was told this model was just a “toy.” Hoo-boy. Of course my first shots when over the target, but after some instruction…feet apart, shoulders down, crouch slightly, aim low…I nailed that piece of paper right in the brain box. What a rush!
I remind you that I have no idea what these numbers mean, but next I fired a .45, and last a .357 Magnum. Look out, Dirty Harry! The big gun was so powerful, I couldn’t pull the trigger. I had to cock the gun first and then fire each time.
Later, my sassy sister-in-law brought her Lady Lavendar .38 to join the fun. Yes, it is purple. They apparently make those guys in pink, too. Who knew? Shooting is definitely a skill. Later I watched the video taken by my other sister-in-law, and I asked “Did I hit the target?” I kept the spent shells and the paper target as souveniers.
Guns are creepy, but I have to say, I felt pretty powerful and very adventuresome shootin’ at my paper man. I may be hooked. Or not. I had a lot of fun, and it made for a very memorable birthday However, I won’t be buying a gun…lavendar, pink, or gun metal gray…too much bang and too many bucks.