At the beginning of the year I said I was going to make this MY year and do more things for me. Try new things. And that’s exactly what I did tonight.
OK, show of hands, who knew that shooting guns at targets would be so much fun?! Not this girl! Don’t get me wrong, I was beyond pumped to go, I just didn’t think I’d enjoy myself as much as I did. I learned a lot too, probably because the guy I went with trains the friggin SWAT team. Seriously. No exaggeration. If I was gonna go shooting with anyone for the first time, I definitely went with the right person.
I was proud of myself, and so was he. I was pretty accurate for my first time out and not as “girly” or timid as he thought I might be. Ha! Clearly he doesn’t know me very well yet. “Girly” and “timid” aren’t usually terms used when describing me.
The most “girly” thing I did all night was probably the fact that I like the .22 better than the .45. I could probably get used to the .45 but it was too intense for me tonight. I found myself involuntarily closing my eyes when I pulled the trigger. Not exactly something you want to make a practice of. And even though my friend Patrick likened the .22 to shooting spitballs out of a straw, I still preferred it.
Dave “taunted” me with a little black Bond-esque gun that was between a .22 and .45 which would probably be a happy medium for me, but I couldn’t shoot it because he didn’t have any bullets for it. BOO! I really liked the way it looked. If I were to own a gun on chick factor, it’d be that one.
When all was said and done, I could actually see this being a recreational sport for me. Nothing to do with self defense or safety at all. I just enjoyed myself tonight, plain and simple.