It’s pretty obvious I’m a country girl. I go barefoot more than I wear shoes. I’m not afraid of sweat and hard work. I drink my iced tea sweet and Jason Aldean is my
boyfriend, I mean a good singer. I also like shooting firearms. Now, before we get all technical, I haven’t a clue about the names and calibers and fancy-schmancy descriptions. Growing up, I went to the fields with my Dad to bird hunt, played around on the skeet range, and, nowadays, I enjoy shooting high-powered target rifles with him. I couldn’t tell you the name, model, or caliber of any gun I’ve shot … even if my life depended on it. I aim. I fire.
Husband and I have been talking about purchasing a set of hand guns. After lunch (the place with chicken sandwiches and dairy cows in their commercials …. yeah, that one!), we stopped at a range that’s down the road (literally … it’s less than a mile from the house) to check their prices and for me to look at guns. My hands, as hard as this is to believe, are really small. I held a dozen guns before I found one that was comfortable. After talking to the gun shop / range owner, we rented a lane and shot one of the guns in his case. It was a Ruger MarkIII 22. The picture below is close, except the one we shot had a “suppressor” to make the “boom boom pow” quieter.
Now, let me remind you that I have ZERO experience shooting hand guns. I’ve fired one ONCE (about a month ago) and it was nothing to write home about. It was louder than I expected and I wish I had worn ear protection. (Lesson learned and that won’t happen again. Promise.) Anyway, when Husband and I were ready to shoot this Ruger MarkIII, I wore ear muffs AND ear plugs. I’m a double-protection kind of gal, if ya know what I mean. (tee hee hee)
The first few shots with the Ruger were pitiful, to say the least. But I calmed down, relaxed a bit, and my aim improved.
I should also mention that there was a guy in the lane next to us who had a gun that sounded like a Civil War cannon. Every time that thing fired, my insides shook. No exaggerating!!!!
Husband came out of the gates shooting like he was Mister Sniper. This was obviously NOT his first time shooting a hand gun. In fact, he loaded the clip and fired away. Tap! Tap! Tap! and he was done. Good gracious.
We shot a total of 50 rounds (or shots) and, of course, the last 10 were competitive. Husband and I can’t tie our shoe-strings without making an incentive out of it. I loaded the clip with my five shells and concentrated really hard. REALLY hard. My family’s name was on the line here, for goodness sakes!
Before I show you mine, here are Husband’s final five shots at the target:
And now, let the winner of the *Boom-Boom-Pow-Pow Shoot-Out* please stand up:
cue the celebratory music, please
Granted, I was a little all over the place. *HOWEVER* I had two shots inside the smaller white target area.
Husband has already begun the search to purchase our own Rugers AND challenged me to another shoot-out. Bring it on, buddy.
P.S. I’ll be in Waco this week at Annual Conference for the Central Texas Conference of The United Methodist Church. I’m the Young Adult Lay Representative from Joshua. I’m excited and will definitely be on social media as much as I can. If you are on Twitter, follow me.
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