Well I did something different today. I went to the firing range with my husband. First time for me, second time for him. This is the same husband who, until the age of 67, had never held a gun in his hand. I had hoped he never would. He is, after all, Sicilian, and I have always had a bad feeling about the combination of guns and Sicilians.
How did we get here? Well, it began with a nasty neighbor who repeatedly "let us know" that he had a case full of automatic weapons in his condo. Upstairs from us. Oh goody. The guy was six-foot three, thirty-something, ex-Marine, often booze-breathy, and fairly scary. My husband, sixty-something, non-military, and weaponless, felt intimidated. Thus the purchase of his first hand gun. He could tell you what it was. I, on the other hand, have been in denial of the whole gun thing, and do not know what kind it was. It doesn't matter now anyway, because he soon discovered that guns are an interesting hobby and sold the first one, trading for a different one, and has since bought three more. Oh Goody.
He got himself a concealed carry license and felt strongly that since we now have guns in the house, I should get one too. So I did. Had to go to a special class to get a certificate to get the license. That was another story. The class. The instructor basically spent two hours instructing us NOT to shoot ourselves. Good class.
So today, off we go to the gun range. Ear protection, eye protection, guns, ammo, the whole works all in a gym bag kind of thing which we carried into the place. We were assigned a booth, clipped on our target and lock and load. (That's just an expression. I don't actually know what that means.)
Husband did pretty well. One of his guns kept jamming and a staffer helped him with that, but it was good to know that the stupid thing jams. Not the kind of thing you want to find out for the first time in a dark parking lot facing a guy with a 9 mm pointed at you sideways.
As for me....well I hit the target a few times. I didn't expect to get any bulls eyes, just wanted to know how to actually shoot a gun. Good to know if you find yourself in a dark parking lot facing a guy with a 9 mm pointed at you sideways.
Only a couple small injuries too. Husband cut his thumb holding the semi-automatic wrong. Chamber knicked him pretty good when it recoiled. And I have a small red burn spot on my chest where a hot cartridge went right down the front of my shirt after flying out of the gun. Yeah, they warned me about that, but I didn't think it could really happen.
All in all, quite successful. I shot a gun. Husband has a used target with several bullet holes inside the circle. Injuries minimal. He says we'll do it again sometime.