Okay, so not really. When I went shooting, the only thing I could shoot a target with was the AR-15. I feel like I totally got the gun's name wrong. Cory might laugh at me, but oh well.
That gun is scary, but I love it. Even though it makes me look like a tiny doll holding something I shouldn't be. Yep. That's exactly what it looks like.
Well, let me describe my experience my...fourth?...time shooting.
We drove past the hill we originally used to shoot at near Saratoga Springs (I think?) a couple weeks ago and did some minor jeeping to get to an approved spot to shoot. Oh yeah, and Zeke was with us. He did not enjoy the ride one bit. But he tolerated it well toward the end of our route to the destination.
Well, we got all the guns out, and I learned that the pistol I used to like just wasn't that cool to me anymore, so I spiced things up a bit and shot Cory's M9 Beretta. Twice. Because I'm just that awesome, ahhaha I'm totally kidding. I'm still terrified of how that thing shoots. But, I will admit that even though I didn't hit one single orange target I had myself some great fun.
I also shot Ralph's pistol which I also didn't hit anything but dirt with. I'm a terrible shot with pistols, and they're my favorite guns to look at...how sad. :(
But, when I faced my fear and picked up that AR-15, my goodness did I do great! (Yes, I'm bragging.) Personal best...haha I hit 5 out of the 7 targets I believe. I think Cory was a little shocked when I hit the second and then the third.
Anyway, Zeke hated the noise of the bullets firing. He whined most of the time, but I told him he had to get used to it because he would be coming on many more of these escapades. At one point we tried putting some of the ear muff things on him. It got pretty hilarious!
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