"In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, 'Au revoir, gopher'."
Okay, maybe not. I'd never shoot/kill an animal (spiders don't count), but I did get to channel my inner Carl Spackler and shoot the crap out of some varmints... er, I mean big sheets of paper with zombie cartoons on them thanks to a small but mighty gathering of Yelpers this past weekend... and turns out, I was pretty darn good at it. Like, I've never been so immediately good at anything in my life... so that was exciting.
My first shot - right to the jugular. That zombie's uvula was blown halfway to Halifax. After the 90 minutes, I was able to shoot the all the rounds in the magazine into a mark on target less than an inch apart... which felt awesome considering how much I generally lack hand/eye coordination and any kind of ability involving motor skills.
Not to brag too much, but I'm almost always embarrassingly bad at stuff, so it was pretty much the highlight of my year to hear marksmen John S and Frank N say I was "a natural"... and then I basically ran home to apply for a FOID card and buy a gun... oh wait, how much is a gun? Nevermind. I need that money for cat food. I'll just take the card, thanks.
I'm not really a "gun person." Never have been and never saw myself ever having the need to touch or fire a gun until I saw the event John S posted on what was basically my first free day all summer and figured, why not? What's the worst that could happen by showing up to a meeting with a buncha internet people I've never met before who are all armed to the teeth with guns? Adventure!
I didn't really know what to expect and for a good 10 minutes of being given some basic safety training I'll admit that I was really scared. Especially when my coach, Frank N (who was probably the best teacher I've ever had at anything in my entire life), warned me about the kickback and that bar on the top shooting back and possibly tearing through the webbing on my hand after I shot the last round in the magazine if I weren't holding the gun properly... and then again when he told me about the hot shells flying back at me (which I did end up getting hit with and burned by about a bazillion times... always in the teeth and face, of course, but it wasn't bad). A part of me even kind of wanted to pussy out before the shooting and just go stand by the vending machine area for an Arnold Palmer, but after much training and safety schooling from Frank and a cease fire that allowed me some more time to think my life over called by Dale, the friendly shop guy who would come to check in on us in the range and helped ensure I had my earplugs in correctly, I was ready. Cue Aerosmith: Candi's got a gun...
One thing that really psyched me out in the beginning, but was ultimately the thing that was the most valuable, was their focus on safety. Dale gave us a very serious talking to before we went into the range about how the only thing that matters is safety. If something seems off, stop what you're doing, put the gun down and away, and get someone who works there. Hearing that as the first thing def got my nerves all worked up, but I was surprised at how quickly I became comfortable shooting... and I owe all that to Frank, the greatest teacher ever.
I shot these in this order:
Glock 21 .45 caliber (Thanks to Frank N)
Ruger 10/22 rifle (Thanks to Frank N)
AR15 (Thanks to Frank N... who built this gun himself!)
Beretta 92 F Compact (Thanks to James T)
Smith & Wesson 19 revolver (Thanks to James T)
My favorite was the Ruger 10/22 rifle. It has little bullets and would be cool to shoot cans with. The range itself was different than I thought it would be, not as spacious as I feel like I'd seen on TV, and had lot of shells on the ground, but def served it's purpose and it appeared that all the equipment/target stuff was working properly. The shop was out of 9mm bullets, I believe, and a few people had brought guns that required those kind of bullets so I'm sure they were kind of bummed, but our group was a great one and everyone kind shared and learned from each other so it was really cool.
I'm probably not ever going to be a gun nut or anything, and I doubt I'll ever be up in arms over any amendments existing or being taken away, but I definitely have a new outlook on why people feel so strongly about keeping their guns, though my purpose is more for the sake of having a hobby that I'm actually decent at and doesn't 100% involve videotaping myself playing with my cats. I repeat: Adventure.
I'm applying for my FOID card and already messaged my Dad to take me out to a range to shoot sometime, so I'll definitely be back. Watch out sheets of paper and empty soda cans of the world... I'm comin' for you! read more