OK, so my brother is here from Europe for a few weeks. We were hanging out on Sunday and we were kind of bored, so I said, "let's do something fun!". Now, something fun to my brother, and something fun to me? Different animals.
This is where I ended up spending my afternoon...
Yah. A shooting range. I've never, ever in my life even held a real gun. Not once (which blew my brother's mind). So there we were, standing in our ear and eye gear, my brother teaching me how to load a clip, how to switch the safety, aim, fire. I jumped every time someone fired. every.single.time. We shared a target. My shots? They're the ones not on the target. Truth be told I did get a few shots on the target, but nothing like Mr. Man.
He knows what he's doing and you can tell.
Me? Clearly a spaz. That's why there's no photo of me shooting. Because no one can see the look on my face when I fired that first shot. I don't even think the word 'contorted' does it justice.
Now I'm not going to head out and buy a gun. Clearly it's not something that comes naturally to me. But I have to tell you, I had fun! I really did! I thought you fired a gun, blah blah. But it's very powerful. Very loud. The rifle is heavy and pushes back at you when you fire. My brother prepared me, but I had no idea. Did I mention it was loud?
Thanks for taking me out of my comfort zone buddy. We may just have to go do that again...
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