Wooohooo, welcome to another installment of my #fiftyfirstgreats. This one is coming at you with a BANG! Now, what could that mean – am I banging on pots, crashing cars, orrrrrrrrrrr the other kind of banging…. like, shooting a GUN! WAIT, what?! That’s not what you were thinking? Get your mind out of the gutter! We run a PG-13 show here… minus a few choice words thrown in for effect 😉 But, let’s get back to it….
Yes, my TWENTY-FOURTH first great was going SHOOTING with my friends in Boise, Idaho! First, I have to send a shout out to Lindsay & Bill for being awesome and insisting on getting something on my list of greats done while I was in town. We tossed around several ideas but landed on this and it became a must do while I was there. I mean it is Idaho for goodness sakes – if you cannot learn to shoot a gun there I don’t where else you can do it.
Second, have you ever committed to do something and immediately regretted it? Well, that was me when I said I wanted to go shooting. It sounded good in theory, however, the thought of a clumsy person like me holding a deadly weapon wigged me out. Should I really be doing this? I mean ME personally, am I really capable of doing something and not getting hurt, haha. It’s a long story, but normally if there is a way to get hurt I will find it… which makes my last statement rational, LOL.
I was only there a couple days & we decided Sunday after my 10 mile run (longest run I’ve done to date) would be the best day to go! I mean really, who thinks thats a good idea. I usually want to pass out post 5 mile run – let alone after a 10 mile run. Needless to say I was a little hesitant. What if I was so weak/tired post run that I accidentally drop the gun when it kicks back and all hell breaks lose?! Then, DEAD! Ok, yes, the likelihood of that happening is slim but … you have to think about these things when you’re a clutz like me 😉
But forreal, this was just one of many thoughts that ran through my mind. However, going for the run first ended up being the best decision because I was able to work off most of that anxious energy. And, obviously I am not dead (#winning). I was relieved to find out Bill’s brother in law & nephew (10 y/o or so?) were coming too. In my mind, if they are trusting a kid to do this…I should be fine too, LOL. Ok, enough with the small talk .. lets get to the good stuff. We got all packed up in the truck and headed out to get ‘er done!
We drove for what felt like FOREVER and not that long at the same time. You know, that anxious paradigm of time … a BLUR! We got to where we were going to shoot.. which was essentially no where, LOL. It was beautiful. There were rolling hills for miles and not a soul in sight unless you count the one cow roaming in the distance. The guys got everything setup – the target, loaded the guns with ammo and Bill did one practice shot.
Meanwhile, Lindsay and I stood in silence. I cannot speak for Lindsay but my nerves were getting the best of me and I felt like someone was tap dancing on my chest. It took less than 10 seconds after Bill’s practice shot that he turned around and asked if I was ready. I timidly said yes, while in my head I was screaming – Am I ready?! Are you insane? You just met me but if you knew me you’d know this a bad idea! I hushed the voice in my head so I could pay attention to what he wanted me to do. He was a few sentences in when I had to ask him to repeat himself – its a process to get them voices to settle down, ya’ll.
As we approached the target, he is explaining everything I need to do. I was laser focused. Alright, it is my turn! First up, semi-automatic handgun. HOLY CRAP – he is actually handing me a gun with bullets in it… SUCH A BAD IDEA! Two deep breaths & I silenced the voices again. Alright, turn off the safety, pull back and release the slide, keep your pointer finger down and aim. I must have repeated it in my head at least 15 times before… POP! My first shot – done. I think that was the first time I actually tinge of relief the whole day… well, until I
My first shot – done. I think that was the first time I actually tinge of relief the whole day… well, until I relized I needed to do it again & again. Ok, keep your finger down, aim and …POP, second shot down. I replayed this sequence in my head each shot for the full magazine. I was out – it was a surreal feeling. I switched the safety on and handed that baby over to Bill. That is when the panic sank in – holy crap, did I just do that?!
I just shot a gun… a deadly weapon. Holy crap! I am done – another great checked off the list… Well, the glory of that moment lasted less than 10 minutes…then I hear, “Emily, your turn…”. I am thinking at this point – do I really want to do this?! I already made it out unscathed.. Do I really want to press my luck?! Before I know it, I had revolver in my hand …then another semi-automatic handgun and 3 rounds later. We are done! ..Or so I thought.
Then, Bill pulls out the shotgun – like, really?! After all that anxiety with a tiny handgun, you want me to shoot a shotgun?! You’re certifiable! I don’t know what made me more nervous that the bullets were bigger or the kickback on that baby looked pretty serious. Plus, I was just getting comfortable with the idea of getting in the car & going home. I was ready to go, now. But instead, you want me to shoot this thing? YOU CRAZY! Well, not that crazy cause I did it. I was so nervous, I couldn’t even aim… I was ready to be done. It looked dangerous, like I would have less control. Not to mention all the things I had to think about. It was too much to juggle – butt it up against your shoulder, put your cheek next to it but not too close, hands in place, etc. Shooting those 3 bullets felt like an eternity… I didn’t like it one bit. Needless to say, I didn’t hit the targets once and happily said NO thank you to the next round. I can finally breathe – we are done. Well, minus the last round that Bill made me shoot to empty one of the handguns. I was ready to get it over with that I kept firing one right after the other… and that was it, we are finally done! Phew, thank God! I was ready for a drink to soothe the turmoil that was going on in my head. Too bad, I am not drinking for a year…. Whomp. Whomp. ..not the point 😉
I was ready to be done. It looked dangerous, like I would have less control. Not to mention all the things I had to think about. It was too much to juggle – butt it up against your shoulder, put your cheek next to it but not too close, hands in place, etc. Shooting those 3 bullets felt like an eternity… I didn’t like it one bit. Needless to say, I didn’t hit the targets once and happily said NO thank you to the next round. I can finally breathe – we are done. Well, minus the last round that Bill made me shoot to empty one of the handguns. I was ready to get it over with that I kept firing one right after the other… and that was it, we are finally done! Phew, thank God! I was ready for a drink to soothe the turmoil that was going on in my head. Too bad, I am not drinking for a year…. Whomp. Whomp. ..not the point 😉
As we drove away, it was slowly sinking in what I just did. I had always been super skiddish around guns, mainly due to bad experiences when I was younger, but I actually did it! It wasn’t as scary as I had made it out to be. It still gave me the heeby jeebies that I was holding something that could kill someone but I guess I do the same thing everyday when I use a knife.. Right?! Hah, but all and all it was a great first grea – see what I did there?! But, I dont think I will pick up a shooting as a new favorite past time but who knows what else I may like! Until next time folks….
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