Or something like that.
Went out shooting today. I only missed my target a couple of times. And 1 of those was a groin shot. I'm told that would at least disable someone.
I shot a .22 revolver, a .38 revolver, a 9mm semi-auto and a .22 rifle. My least favorite was the 9mm. Simply because my wrists apparently don't do what it wants them to and it jams on the reload. Oh well. It was really too large for my hands anyhow. My most favorite was a tie between the .22 and the .38 revolvers. The .22 holds more bullets, but they make smaller holes.
I definately shoot left handed. Left eye dominant. I *could* shoot right handed, but with the rifle, I'd be all leaning over the butt and such.
I kept my targets. I'm quite proud of them. I've only ever shot a gun when I was about 8 years old. I don't remember it. I figured I'd be all over the place.
Anyhow, pics follow. There are 9 of them. I'll put all but my favorite behind a cut.
This was the .38. ( Shoot em up, Tex )
I gotta say. I don't think my dad realized when I've bugged him for years to teach me how to shoot that I was actually serious. I got home and he followed me around the house wanting to see my targets, praising me on a job well done and asking if I was actually thinking of buying a gun cause he knows a guy with a shop....
It was nice. I mean, I get along with my dad and all. But he was really interested in how I felt about it, etc.
The total downer of the day was that I got eaten ALIVE by the Louisiana State Bird. Seen here...
They were swarming. Everywhere. Eating me through my shirt. All up my arms. ALL over my face.
I need to go back and mark and take pictures of my targets. I didn't get a chance today.
Also, on the menu this evening was a movie. Watched "Without a Paddle". If you haven't seen it, go now to your nearest Video Rental. It's phenomenally funny and I actually cackled a few times. I don't often cackle.