A couple months ago, Sy took me to a shooting range to try out his 9mm, for safety purposes really. Honestly, I wasn’t that excited to be shooting a hand gun. They scare me. I feel like I could easily shoot myself as much as anyone else if someone were to walk in. I do feel differently when it comes to shot guns and rifles. Weird, well it could be but I’m a country girl. I grew up with shot guns and rifles in the house. My family is full of hunters. It was a common thing. Hand guns, well not so much. But it’s better to learn late than never!
I have no photo documentation of my gun range experience, only vivid memories that I would, for the most part, like to forget. I was nervous. I was nervous before we got there. Then I became more nervous on the way there when Sy gave me “the breakdown” on how it was going to go down. He doesn’t realize it, but he has this tone and it just made it seem like “don’t make one mistake”. I just wasn’t relaxed (it’s not a good thing when this happens). I really don’t want to discourage anyone from going to the gun range because I truely believe it’s a very good thing to know how to handle and shoot a gun safely (and with some knowledge) but it’s not my cup of tea. It was loud. There were shells flying. It smelled like gun powder. Diana was shaking. Diana wished she was shooting a shot gun rather than a hand gun (if she had to shoot a gun). Diana wished she got the target with the zombies attacking to make it a little more enjoyable. Period. I mean for safety’s sake, wouldn’t you want to shoot a shotgun anyway – it can be used as a gun or a bat (and for a girl who grew up playing softball, it’s good news). All in all, at the close range, I did pretty well. Farther away, I need some work. For a girl who doesn’t run very fast, it would be good to learn how to shoot more accurately at farther distance.
One thing is for sure. I know my brother wishes he could’ve seen this experience. The avid hunter that he is, he is country thru and thru. So when I went home in July, we went outside, set up a target in the field, table on our “bluff” (I suppose it’s what you’ll call it), and brought out the guns. I think the last time I shot a gun may have been a bb gun 15 years ago. So Riley, Dad, Sy and myself went outside and attempted to shoot the target. It was fun. I missed everytime, but it was fun. I guess next time I go home we can practice a little bit more.