Sunday morning was a new experience. I went to my first shooting lesson, along with my husband and eldest son.
I tried to sit down and write a post about it yesterday, but it had been a long, tiring day and everything came out like a poorly-written incident report. So I’ll suffice to say that I have now fired a .22 semiautomatic and a .38 revolver, and a .38 makes a much bigger bang than a .22 (not to mention a larger hole). My grouping wasn’t bad with the .22, but my shots were high, right, and scattered when firing the .38. Apparently I’m gripping too hard with my left hand, probably in anticipation of the bang.
Next week I’ll be going out to the range with my dad to try it again, so we’ll see if I improve at all with practice. It was a lot of fun, in a slightly scary, oh-my-god-this-thing-could-kill-someone kind of way.
Tomorrow our fall break is over. Frankly I don’t feel like I’ve had a break anyway; I still had to get up early every morning, and run around doing most of the same work I do every day, and still had homework. So it won’t be much of a transition to go back to class tomorrow. Maybe I’ll show them all my used .38 shells. That should generate some conversation.
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