My husband's company paid for us to spend a weekend in Vegas to celebrate the successful launch of one of their video games. I expected a fancy dinner and a fun party. I got more than I reckoned for.
As we were checking in to the hotel, my husband (M) ran into his coworker who invited us to hang out with a bunch of people on his team before dinner. So we dropped our stuff in our room and met them in the lobby.
A limo shows up... and I learn we're heading to a gun range. Interesting. The only time I've ever seen a gun range is on TV -- one of the Real Housewives goes to a gun range and lets out some anger. So I'm really not sure what to expect but I figure it will be an interesting experience. We selected a package that would let us shoot 4 guns - 2 automatics, a pistol, and a shotgun. It was the closest I've ever been to a gun except when I've been pulled over for an illegal U-turn. I hope not to have to get so close ever again. But back to the story...
So it's my turn to shoot the guns, so I put on my goggles and my protective ear muffs to dampen the sound of the shots. The first automatic gun seemed. Not too heavy, and it had a cool holographic sight for aim so I was less worried about accidentally hitting something I shouldn't. However, after I took the first shot, the recoil sent me staggering back a little. The kind gentleman demonstrating the guns was nice enough to prop me up for the subsequent shots so the recoil was not quite as intense. However, as I will explain later, the recoil still was an issue.
The second gun was some Swedish machine gun. It was so heavy, I had to rest it on the ammo tray to be able to shoot it.
The third gun was the pistol. I felt like a cop holding that gun. I was considering shooting it gangsta-style (for an explanation, see: http://croweitalia.altervista.org/NWB/NWBusgrande.jpg or http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GangstaStyle), but I have a reputation to maintain. Anyway, it was a light gun with low recoil so I could almost do it all by myself.
The last gun was the scary one -- the shotgun. I've only heard stories about sawed off shotguns -- and nothing good happens in those stories. Plus, the shotgun apparently has the most recoil. So with the gun gentleman propping me up, I fired off those last rounds.
Pictures coming soon :)
After the exhilaration of being a better shot than my husband, I realized my shoulder hurt. From the recoil. Ow. It was totally bruised from having the guns repeatedly bouncing off of it in the recoil. To get over that pain, I started looking at everyone else's paper targets, I realized I was actually pretty good. Except for the other people from the South (one from Atlanta, one from Birmingham), I was the best.
I think it's part of being Southern -- it's in my blood to be a good shot. Unfortunately, like my amazing bocce ball skills, it's a totally useless talent unless I'm in a fight and someone drops a fully loaded, cocked gun with the safety off. And gun has to be lightweight enough for me to actually lift.
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