Sunday, February 13, 2011
I have never shot a handgun before. (Not that I can remember at least.)
Today, Jon wanted to bond with me. His version of bonding is to shoot guns.
My options were a 22 caliber and a 9mm (If I wrote this wrong, forgive me, I am gun illiterate. Sorry, Dad.)
I threw on Jacob's biker jacket to complete my shooting ensemble, and ran out to meet my love.
Everything went off without a hitch with the 22. Then...the 9mm. Whoops.
I was aiming for an overturned white bucket parked next to the chicken coop. (Remember, no chickens live there. No ANIMALS were harmed during this experiment.)
Here is what I hit:
|Pointing to a second bullet hole. It came from the grassy knoll, I swear!|
|Yup, both windows. Yikes.|
|Not the leather!!!|
Lesson learned: Don't stash Cadillacs around the farm.