Butch Camp
I just got back from "Butch Camp" which is actually called the Outdoor Women program. I went with my mom and one of her friends, and we were definitely the only Montpelierite yuppies for miles around. It was pretty entertaining; most of the women were in their mid-40s and really redneck, from the Harwick, Wollcott area... They all brought coolers full of beer and insisted on drinking lots of it and yelling about their asshole husbands, their hoards of kids and dysfunctional diets until about 2 AM. Whatever the case, I did Archery, Shotgun and Handgun, all of which were pretty cool. While I'm pretty opposed to owning a gun of any kind and shooting living things for any purpose other than to eat it, I couldn't pass up a chance to shoot skeet just so that the next time some hick asks me if I've ever fired a gun, I can say yes. I did really well at archery and shot almost a perfect score, along with developing some peculiar looking blisters on my fingers. Shotgun was a bit more difficult; the things are freakin heavy! The gun didn't kick back as bad as I thought it would (nope, no broken shoulder story!) but it was a bit large for me, and consequently I got my face pummeled by the butt of the gun, since it's supposed to rest between your cheekbone and shoulder. It took me a long time to finally hit the skeet, but once I got the hang of it I was a pretty good shot. The shotgun was a Ruger Red Label, and looked like this:
The next day (after the drunken redneck revelry) I learned how to use a handgun. We started out with little air pistols and shot at lollipops and balloons filled with whipped cream (a REALLY fun way to kill a half hour!) then upgraded to .22 Smith & Wesson Pistols, they were revolvers, not semi-automatics. They're really easy guns to fire, if the shooter's eyesight is good. The sights are tiny, so any little movement with screw up the shot a lot--the butterfly effect, kind of. There was this one old woman, who was really overweight and shy, and she was by far the best shot of all of us. It was kind of refreshing to see someone who wasn't a thin, athletic, cocky type beat out everyone else. Right, the pistols looked like this:
My mom's friend got all up in arms about the drinking and general redneckery, but the thing was funded by the NRA, so...yeah. Back to the usual routine now, to my 50 foot travel area between the vegetable displays and cooler at the Co-op. Hope everyone is having a nice time going to/returning to school, good luck folks, just start taking crack and you won't notice how dull classes can get, or maybe (hopefully!) college will be so thrilling that all you'll have to take is caffeine. No coffee over-dosing! Peace out all.
The next day (after the drunken redneck revelry) I learned how to use a handgun. We started out with little air pistols and shot at lollipops and balloons filled with whipped cream (a REALLY fun way to kill a half hour!) then upgraded to .22 Smith & Wesson Pistols, they were revolvers, not semi-automatics. They're really easy guns to fire, if the shooter's eyesight is good. The sights are tiny, so any little movement with screw up the shot a lot--the butterfly effect, kind of. There was this one old woman, who was really overweight and shy, and she was by far the best shot of all of us. It was kind of refreshing to see someone who wasn't a thin, athletic, cocky type beat out everyone else. Right, the pistols looked like this:
My mom's friend got all up in arms about the drinking and general redneckery, but the thing was funded by the NRA, so...yeah. Back to the usual routine now, to my 50 foot travel area between the vegetable displays and cooler at the Co-op. Hope everyone is having a nice time going to/returning to school, good luck folks, just start taking crack and you won't notice how dull classes can get, or maybe (hopefully!) college will be so thrilling that all you'll have to take is caffeine. No coffee over-dosing! Peace out all.