Also Now Scientifically Proven: I Am Indeed a Major Priss.
I went to a gun range Friday with a couple of dear extended-family members, the male half a CCW certification teacher. The wife half forewarned me: It’s going to be really noisy and unsettling, just FYI! The first shot I ever fired in my life was with her pistol and I actually hit the paper. But it completely freaked me out & my immediate reaction was, “Ohhhhhkay. I’m done.” But they had paid for an hour, so there I was, learning how to load, aim, fire, empty, etc. After that I had trouble hitting anything at all because when I tried to line up the sight I could see how badly my hands were shaking. My second piece was the Walther PPK, a.k.a. the James Bond gun, and I did a little better on this, as shown above. I think there was a third gun, but really it’s all a blur; for the rest of the day all I could hear were echoes of the close-up firecracker sound a Glock makes. Afterward we made a stop to roam around Leon & Lulu, which was awesome.
