Killing is just like riding a bike
You never forget how it's done. Or at least how to aim and point a gun. I hadn't shot a revolver since my grandfathers house, but apparently I never forgot how to aim.
And people would think, it's just aiming.
But it was the same feel for handle, although my hands had grown, that same .357 S&W I fell in love with felt just right.
As I gripped the handle firmly, raising the barrel between both of my eyes, squinting as not to blink, the target seemed to creep steadily closer.
As a kid, the kickback was way too much, but today it was perfect, I aimed my first shot a little over an inch below my target and with a loud echo I made the first bullseye of the day.
Funny thing is, I also made the 3rd, 4th, and 5th. xD
I loved it. I've always loved it. I love it even more now that I can control it.
We also rented a shorter barrel .357 and shot 38s from it. Even with that mismatch, I was still able to outshoot my dad. ;D
Even funnier thing was he couldn't fire more than 2 rounds without having to swap guns. I still have the red mark on my hand, but I fired off a whole box with it.
And then we all went out to eat and I had that smug feeling. I guess it best relates to the Virginia trip showoffs.
Waitress was kinda cute.
I dunno what it is about being smug, but when a guy's smug he's a good flirt. It's just how it is... ~sigh~
My life long goal is to outdrink the "best" guy at a college, then challenge another guy to a firing range contest in the same evening!
Maybe end the night with 3 rounds in the Octagon. Retire to my bed where I have a nice (loyal) really cute Spanish girl waiting for me. :)
~dreams~
I think the Octagon would have to come first.
Then the drinking.
Then the Guns.
And I'm withholding information, so you'll have to ask specifically about how it went. That means you, Willow!
Of course, I don't even know myself.
Not till tomorrow morning.
But ho!
Anyways, I'm sleepy. Goodmorning.
And people would think, it's just aiming.
But it was the same feel for handle, although my hands had grown, that same .357 S&W I fell in love with felt just right.
As I gripped the handle firmly, raising the barrel between both of my eyes, squinting as not to blink, the target seemed to creep steadily closer.
As a kid, the kickback was way too much, but today it was perfect, I aimed my first shot a little over an inch below my target and with a loud echo I made the first bullseye of the day.
Funny thing is, I also made the 3rd, 4th, and 5th. xD
I loved it. I've always loved it. I love it even more now that I can control it.
We also rented a shorter barrel .357 and shot 38s from it. Even with that mismatch, I was still able to outshoot my dad. ;D
Even funnier thing was he couldn't fire more than 2 rounds without having to swap guns. I still have the red mark on my hand, but I fired off a whole box with it.
And then we all went out to eat and I had that smug feeling. I guess it best relates to the Virginia trip showoffs.
Waitress was kinda cute.
I dunno what it is about being smug, but when a guy's smug he's a good flirt. It's just how it is... ~sigh~
My life long goal is to outdrink the "best" guy at a college, then challenge another guy to a firing range contest in the same evening!
Maybe end the night with 3 rounds in the Octagon. Retire to my bed where I have a nice (loyal) really cute Spanish girl waiting for me. :)
~dreams~
I think the Octagon would have to come first.
Then the drinking.
Then the Guns.
And I'm withholding information, so you'll have to ask specifically about how it went. That means you, Willow!
Of course, I don't even know myself.
Not till tomorrow morning.
But ho!
Anyways, I'm sleepy. Goodmorning.