Monday, July 30, 2007

My trip to the gun range.

Bright and early at the crack of dawn, I rolled out of bed and checked my clock: 8:00 exactly. After showering and eating and loading the guns into bags, Me, Rebecca, and Jessica all piled into the car and took off, stopping quickly on the way for gas, and roaring down the road (country music blaring) on our way to the gun range. We only missed our turn once this time around and pulled up to the gate just as the ranged opened, just on time! We unloaded our equipment and stepped up to the firing line. After the bell we headed off to hang some targets. The insturctions were simple, just staple some targets up right? For me it took an unfortunate turn for the worse. I grabbed a cool-looking staple gun and headed towards the target stands. I had barely gone for steps when I decided to check for staples in my gun, fearing I might walk out 100 yards with an empty stapler. I aimed it safely at the ground and attemped to pull the lever, why was this so hard? I braced it against my hand and pulled as hard as I could... BANG, "wow that was a jolt" I thought, "Why does my hand feel wierd? My finger is hard to moce..." Suddenly it dawned on me, I was holding the gun backwards! I had just stapled my hand! slowly I pulled the staple gun off my hand and looked fearfuly at my hand. Yep, nested tightly in my hand was a nice, carpenter staple, sunk in completely into the heel of my left hand. After trying unsuccesfuly to remove it, I called Rebecca over, with her expert hands she removed it with ease and I set a bee-line for her car (with first-aide kit inside) I cleaned off the wound and covered it with some band-aides and went back to the firing line. First we decided to shoot the .22 rifles, which are alot of fun because they have scopes and precision is their game. Soon we decided to move on to the bigger stuff. Me and Rebecca picked up the AK-47 and unloaded a couple rounds into the paper, (that thing is highly IN-acurate though) Rebecca comented that it felt like it would "Knock her teeth out." Yes, it was larger than a .22. We were admiring the AR-15 and couldn't wait any longer, we had to shoot that baby! With care we set ourselves up and emptied a couple mag's into the black, this thing was much more acurate than the AK! and had less than half the recoil. But steve still had something bigger, in his words he said "I brought the .308 for Ryan to punnish himself with." (With 15foot pounds of recoil it was a bit larger than the AK [5ft lb] and the AR [2 ft lb]) As it turns out though, it was alot of fun, from a standing position I got a 10, and even an X from 50 yards! After rifle we went and shot some pistol, (.22 and .38 revolvers) which was also alot of fun. By then though we were really tired and hungry and decided to call it a day. On the way home we stopped at Mc Fats for lunch, came home, put stuff away, and mowed the lawn (with 1 hand I might add) I can't really do much with my left hand other than type and work a mouse, If I lift something hevier than half a gallon of milk it will shoot with pain, and if I bend my wrist or fingers too far it will hurt also. But other than that I'm healthy as a horse! (thanks to those 9 vitamins)