||[Sep. 11th, 2005|03:17 am]
|||||Cake - Cake - Shut the Fuck Up||]|
Or something like that.
Went out shooting today. I only missed my target a couple of times. And 1 of those was a groin shot. I'm told that would at least disable someone.
I shot a .22 revolver, a .38 revolver, a 9mm semi-auto and a .22 rifle. My least favorite was the 9mm. Simply because my wrists apparently don't do what it wants them to and it jams on the reload. Oh well. It was really too large for my hands anyhow. My most favorite was a tie between the .22 and the .38 revolvers. The .22 holds more bullets, but they make smaller holes.
I definately shoot left handed. Left eye dominant. I *could* shoot right handed, but with the rifle, I'd be all leaning over the butt and such.
I kept my targets. I'm quite proud of them. I've only ever shot a gun when I was about 8 years old. I don't remember it. I figured I'd be all over the place.
Anyhow, pics follow. There are 9 of them. I'll put all but my favorite behind a cut.
This was the .38.
More with the .38
Me getting a lesson in shooting a 9mm semi-auto. "This is condition 1. Locked and cocked. The military used to teach you if you were at condition three, it's a club..."
This fucker is gonna jam again...I just know it. (This is like round 4)
It's official. This is NOT the gun for me.
The rifle. That target's heart was shredded. I did well with it, but it's more cumbersome.
I was asked at this point to slow down so Cat could get a good shot...but that was the last shot.
I gotta say. I don't think my dad realized when I've bugged him for years to teach me how to shoot that I was actually serious. I got home and he followed me around the house wanting to see my targets, praising me on a job well done and asking if I was actually thinking of buying a gun cause he knows a guy with a shop....
It was nice. I mean, I get along with my dad and all. But he was really interested in how I felt about it, etc.
The total downer of the day was that I got eaten ALIVE by the Louisiana State Bird. Seen here...
They were swarming. Everywhere. Eating me through my shirt. All up my arms. ALL over my face.
I need to go back and mark and take pictures of my targets. I didn't get a chance today.
Also, on the menu this evening was a movie. Watched "Without a Paddle". If you haven't seen it, go now to your nearest Video Rental. It's phenomenally funny and I actually cackled a few times. I don't often cackle.
That guy in the pictures has the funniest worried look on his face in all of them hehe.
Ya know...I noticed that, too. :)
I think the look was more one of trying to figure out why the hell that 9mm and were at such odds. Hahaha.
for one, I would have told you to keep your glasses down. less glare and saves you from powder dust being blown into your eyes. And... well, whomever was taking the photos wasn't concerned with being brained with a shell casing apparently.
Your stance is okay, but then again, you're much smaller than the gorillas I teach how to shoot. I'd hold the pistol closer in with the dominant arm straight and the positioning arm bent while your body is turned at an angle.
It's weird to explain, but it's called a modified weaver stance we use for urban combat. Basically, you're shortening the length of your body that's exposed while keeping the accuracy a two handed stance provides.
You really should have dropped to one knee to shoot the rifle, babe. Your stance is all wrong. Good riflemen don't aim with the sights, they aim with their eyes.
Don't be afraid of the kick of the gun. You know it's going to happen so allow it to happen and ignore the kick. Focus on hitting the target.
Ya look cute. :) mmmm women with guns. Rawr!
The photographer was a good bit farther away than it looks. My camera has a nice zoom. :)
He was in the military, too. As for the rifle...I tried it that way, but I wasn't able to hold it. I have very weak arms.
I also tried shooting the .38 and the .22 double action and had a really hard time. As far as finger strength went, my right finger is stronger, but the rest of the hand and arm are stronger in my left hand.
My arms have never been my strong points so it was funny to watch myself just try to hold something steady. The groin shot I got? It was me overcompensating for the kick on my last 2 shots the first time I shot the .38.
Having said all that, I think I just need to get used to what it feels like and strengthen my hands a bit.
They kept telling me I didn't have to stand so far from the target, but I was insistant on being able to shoot accurate from a longer distance. Stubborn, I am.
And the Derringers? Didn't get any pictures of those but HAHAHAHA. Those are...funny ass guns.
Interesting way to spend a day, always fun though.
You do look like you dont like the 9mm at all, in fact you look kinda scared of it in some of the pictures or your just really uncomfortable.
You most certainly should put up target pics up.
YAY FOR THE SURE STANCE WITH THE RIFLE HEHEHEHEHEH "HOLLY GET YOUR GUN"
*chuckles* Holly Get Your Gun, the new Broadway Smash Hit.
That 9mm was obnoxious. Not that it was a bad gun, just that it was heavy. It's an auto-loader and it didn't reload itself a single time. Kept jamming. And I didn't like that one bit.
I did learn how to clear the jam, but I still didn't like it.
You are the woman. Me I hate the sound of a gun and just hate using them.
Now,I will say some one comes through my door I will blast them , but I hate the sound.
Ear plugs are for pansies!
Good times, good times.
you look way hot with those guns, and damn that's a big mosquito bite.