In keeping with the theme of trying new things in December (see my glass adventures, parts 1 and 2), I decided to do something even crazier while Steve and I were in Tennessee visiting family over Christmas. For the first time in my 40 years, I not only held but also shot a gun.
Honestly, this is not something that has ever been of interest to me, and it still isn’t. I have no plans to start shooting at ranges on the weekends, but I have been starting to think that perhaps having a basic understanding of how to load and aim a gun might have its uses in the right situation.
Okay, I admit it. I love The Walking Dead, and kind of think that I might not want the first time I fire a gun to be during a zombie apocalypse.
So this year when we went to the Boxing Day celebration at a local establishment, Steve and I went out to the range where Steve gave me a quick lesson with a couple of hand guns.
It took me a little while to understand what Steve was trying to say about keeping the rear sight level – he probably should have given me the instructions before we got our ear protection on – so the first several rounds were not particularly well-placed. When I suddenly realized he meant level in relation to the sight at the front of the barrel, my accuracy greatly improved.
I shot both a .22 caliber pistol and a .38 Special.
Steve mainly shot a big ole Colt Python.
I took a few shots with that one as well, but it was pretty darn heavy, so I returned to the .22 to work a bit more on my aim.
All in all, I think I did a dang good job for my first time out, rather consistently hitting the target, with a fair number of shots landing close to the center. It’s still not going to be my new hobby, but at least I know how to do it and have some level of confidence that I could protect myself from a couple shambling zombies.