(I recognize that the issue of gun control is one wrought with drama and debate, death and amendments, and all sorts of things. And this is not a post on any of those. This is just a personal experience on an event for work that opened my mind a bit.)
Before today, I didn’t understand. What was the appeal?
They’re loud. They’re dangerous. They’re often scary, whether in the news or fictional media. And, admittedly, I’m not too worried that the zombie apocalypse in on the way (though I do get silly excited for new episodes of The Walking Dead). But I guess there’s a time and place for everything, right?
And, since I lived in North Carolina for 7 years without ever touching one, I was mocked at the range. Well, not gonna deal with that again.
And, after a bit of practice with the handguns, it only felt right to jump to the heavy hitter.
Annie, you’d better watch out. Jordy got her hand on some guns…. and I think I’m still glowing from the rush.
Fact: I’m a terrible shot (especially with the bonus of not remembering to pack my glasses).
Fact: I don’t think I’ve felt that adrenaline since skydiving in 2010. And, before that, getting a tattoo in 2007.
Fact: I’d do it again in a heartbeat (actually, I’d do all of those again. Shooting, skydiving, being tattooed.)
I don’t think I’ll be signing up for the NRA any time soon, and I won’t be rushing out to hit the range next week. But I guess I get it.
Try anything new this weekend?