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:
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| Pointing to a second bullet hole. It came from the grassy knoll, I swear! |
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| Yup, both windows. Yikes. |
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| Not the leather!!! |
Lesson learned: Don't stash Cadillacs around the farm.
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3 comments:
Oy. I shot a gun once. It was a 9 mm. I cried. Like CRIED. Two years after that I saw 16 yo boy shot a hole through his hand with one.
I don't like guns anymore.
You go girl.
I don't like them either. They scare the crap out of me!
Oh a shot gun. Not something I would like to master. But then again that would be highly illegal over here.
Glad no one got hurt though.
Happy Valentine's day to you.
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