One of those paper men with targets in various places. I blasted the hell out of his crotch.
No not really...a friend and I went to a target range today for the hell of it, she's been shooting stuff for 20+ years, and I've never touched a gun before, ever. And I've lived in Texas all my life, for SHAME SAMANTHA!!! Anyway I got myself a 22 (that ain't gonna kill anyone unless the gun is up against the back of their skull) and 100 rounds and entertained myself for three hours. The owner took a liking to me and let me play with his P7 9mm for a while and DAMN that's got a recoil to it, it scared the hell out of me. That and the shell popping out and going down my shirt. Suprisingly I am a good shot, but I flinch anticipating the recoil and shoot off to the right sometimes. My shoulders hurt. All in all it was a fun, different way to spend the afternoon.
The targets they had were pretty nuts, I got the FBI one...the also had Osama and Saddam and one with squirrels and chipmunks and other furries. That's mean. Anyone else wanna shoot stuff?
No not really...a friend and I went to a target range today for the hell of it, she's been shooting stuff for 20+ years, and I've never touched a gun before, ever. And I've lived in Texas all my life, for SHAME SAMANTHA!!! Anyway I got myself a 22 (that ain't gonna kill anyone unless the gun is up against the back of their skull) and 100 rounds and entertained myself for three hours. The owner took a liking to me and let me play with his P7 9mm for a while and DAMN that's got a recoil to it, it scared the hell out of me. That and the shell popping out and going down my shirt. Suprisingly I am a good shot, but I flinch anticipating the recoil and shoot off to the right sometimes. My shoulders hurt. All in all it was a fun, different way to spend the afternoon.
The targets they had were pretty nuts, I got the FBI one...the also had Osama and Saddam and one with squirrels and chipmunks and other furries. That's mean. Anyone else wanna shoot stuff?