OK so I did not shoot the sheriff but perhaps I used his silhouette as my target???
Today I went to a shooting range. I was invited by a guest to a "gun party". In honor of her birthday the hostess invited her friends to join her for target practice. When I was invited to accompany one of her guess to the party I immediately said yes. Not because I love guns but because it was an interesting opportunity and something I'd never think to do on my own.
Our safety training before heading to the target area was about 5 minutes long and consisted of three rules that were basic common sense.
- Always point the gun towards the safe place, the safe place being the opposite direction of people or down.
- Never put your finger on the trigger.
- Always assume the gun is loaded.
After the training we headed upstairs to the target area. I was feeling very nervous as I walked up the stairs. Once inside the shooting are I was given protective ear and eye wear. The instructors told us how to grip the gun. Put the safety on and off, aim and shoot. My palms were so sweaty I was not able to put the safety on.
When I was first able to shoot I had a hard time focusing and aiming. However my second go round I got it and hit the target right on the X. It was a strange experience to feel the power of the gun in my had. I actually liked the feel of the 9mm semi automatic in my hand. However shooting it was almost a little to real. I could feel the heat of the gun while shooting and see the flash. I could feel the slight kick back against my palm. Bullet casings would fly out of the gun in unpredictable directions. The casings are very hot and capable of causing bruises and burns.
Over all it was a fun experience. Fun more so because most of the people at the party were first timers like myself. We brought a kind of excitement and nervous energy to the range. However if I never shoot a gun again I will be just fine with that. While I was shooting I could not help thinking how awful it would be for a person to be shot and not just a piece of paper with a shadow drawn on it. Also, It did not escape me that for a few hundred dollars and the proper paperwork you can buy an instrument that is made for the sole purpose of killing. It seems like something like that should be harder to acquire.
So, while I wont be taking Joy hostage at gun point, sharing new experiences with others will certainly invite Joy into my presence willingly.