Alright, not really. Yet, I could not resist the word play on the Aerosmith tune.
This afternoon was a first for me. I shot my first guns. As a teenager, I briefly owned a pellet gun. Mom didn’t want me to buy it, but I did anyway…so it did not last. In my 20s I fired off about four paint gun rounds – a rather underwhelming 5 seconds of my life.
My good friend Mark suggested that after work today, we would head over to Bass Pro Shops and use their shooting range. I shot Mark’s .22 target pistol (a Ruger MK III) and a .22 holdout pistol (a Beretta 21 Bobcat). I also fired a few rounds from his 9mm (a Bersa Thunder 9 Ultra Compact) but did not like the accuracy loss that comes with that extra kick.
Target #1 was the .22s from a distance of 10 feet.
Target #2 was the .22 target pistol and one clip from the 9mm; also from 10 feet.
Target #3 was the .22 target pistol from 21 and 32 feet.
From my first week in Texas, many Canadian friends have been asking, "So have you bought a gun yet?" All kidding aside, the answer remains an emphatic, "No." I just do not see myself succumbing to this crazy notion about gun ownership as a right (besides, I am not a US citizen so my rights here are curtailed).
To me, gun ownership is a privilege not a right. Privileges can be taken away if necessary.
However, I do see myself target practicing again some time.