I Shot a gun!

I didn’t grow up on guns.  My dad never went hunting nor did my brother.  Hunting was very popular in Minnesota, but it didn’t run deep in my family.  I just was never around them, and I had a fear.

My SO has grown up on guns, and his family often goes shooting on the weekends.  Granted, being in LA, it makes things a bit more difficult because there isn’t a whole lot of land to go shooting around here, but there are indoor shooting ranges.

One day, I decided to give it a try, and we headed to an indoor shooting range.  I sat back and watched him shoot a few times then he leaned over to me and said, “are you ready?”  I was shaking.  I was literally petrified.  I never thought in my life I would ever touch a gun, let alone, shoot one.  I teared up.  Yep.  I cried because I wasn’t quite ready.

I watched him for a few more rounds, then it was my turn.

He showed me how to load it, how to manuever it, and then I was on my own.  I was able to load the bullets, load the magazine, and shoot.  And I did.

What did I learn through the whole experience????

It is really hard to aim!!!!  I can’t imagine what it would be like with a really heavy gun.

Perhaps, one day, in the future, we will head back to the shooting range, but until then, I’m happy knowing I shot a gun!