I should introduce this post with a story from my childhood. When I was a young child all I wanted to do was shoot a gun. I begged my Daddy to take me shooting with him-because I begged him to let me do most things with him - he and Pop-Pop brought me to the range. I heard one shot go off, ran away and have been afraid to shoot ever since. I should also tell you that my father is a State Trooper,and my grandfather is a retired police sniper and they like guns.
Today we did some shooting. I walk in the house to help carry the guns and Pop-Pop hands me a 12ga shot gun as long as my leg and says “This is the one you’re going to shoot” because apparently once I knew I could shoot that I wouldn’t be scared anymore.
the recoil is brutal (LOVE the reaction in my face)
I don’t know how in the movies they always pump those things with one hand to eject the shells…way too heavy! After the shotgun we did a little pistol shooting. Check out my group…not bad for my first time ever, eh?
Mom shooting her favorite “sexy gun” .38 revolver (just so you know, it belongs to my Nana-Mother’s day present a few years ago)
Here’s little miss fearless Amber and her Christmas present .22 rifle
Then we all had a little fun with the assault rifle. Pop-Pop has 5 clips that hold 30 rounds a piece for this rifle “so there’s no waiting”. We obliterated a rock…it was sweet!
Yeah…it was a pretty fantastic day.
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