MORE BANG
Sweet! My current shotgun has seen better days. And my birthday's coming up. Hint hint.
posted by kc @ 10:19 AM
22 comments
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sweet! My current shotgun has seen better days. And my birthday's coming up. Hint hint.
22 Comments:
Got a short double barrel that says "SMILE!" on it just for you.
Wow! I was going to post that, too! Just saw it Thursday!
And you're going out later to snag some young bucks, right?
Yeah, and who couldn't use more bang?
I've got my sights on you.
Billy, I can't decide whether you're threatening me or hitting on me. That's an ambiguity I've always enjoyed in you.
Just out of curiosity, how many people here have ever fired a gun?
I've done target practice with a couple of rifles (one was a .22 and the other was either a .270 or a .3006, if I remember correctly).
I used a modified 9 mm Glock pistol in computerized firearms training (it only "shot" a laser beam, but it had an air compressor attached to it to make it feel like it was firing bullets) at the FBI's office in Kansas City.
I've never fired a shotgun because they scare me.
Mary and I fired .45-caliber handguns at a police media event a few years back. This was before I had Lasik eye surgery, and I sucked. I was like, "WHAT third target 50 yeards away???" But Mary did so well that the range master asked her if there was something the police ought to know about her. Made me realize my limitations in winning arguments with her. :)
We also go to fire "bean bag" guns that cops fire to disarm but not kill someone, and we got to fire the guns that lob tear gas into a house. Really fun.
I've never held a gun. Can you imagine the results with my shaky hands?
I have only ever fired a gun at the state fair booths where you try to knock over ducks on conveyer belts.
In my growing paranoia, I have thought of buying a gun. It is scary to drive home alone some nights in a town full of folks who act as though they wish you didn't exist. It would be just my luck, though, that if ever I was attacked my assailant would use my own weapon on me.
KC, do you remember when that payless furniture store had a sale on beds and the commercial promised "more bang for your buck?" Slightly different bang, but still creepy.
I’m very good at shooting stationary things, but my few tries at shooting skeet were rather dismal. That probably accords with my accomplishments at throwing darts and shooting pool but being unable to ever figure out where a pop fly was going. Perhaps that is one reason I don’t like baseball.
As an undergraduate I took a shooting range class from the ROTC partly for the hell of it and partly because I suspected that I was behind my classmates in padding my GPA. The class consisted of going in and shooting targets once a week and then sitting through a ROTC recruitment pitch at the end of the semester. I had the top score out of a class of twenty some. When the sergeant—or whatever his stripes were—said that I should sign up since I was so good at it, I told him that I was only interested in coming in and wasting his bullets. He gave me a “top honors” medal anyway. They seem to big on medals in the military, no?
Mostly I don’t like guns much. We are sometimes out climbing during some hunting season or another. If it is birds, I don’t mind—birdshot doesn’t travel far. But it is a bit unnerving to be out and about hearing all the rifles going during elk season. I just don’t feel at home in that beer’n bullets crowd.
I've never shot a gun. I held one once in high school at my friend Steve's house. He was fascinated with guns. I was surprised at how heavy it was.
In middle school I was a member of the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence.
I fired a shotgun once with my dad. I don't remember the context at all, why we were doing it. My dad has a huge gun collection now, but he didn't then. And even now he doesn't seem all that interested in guns, except as showpieces.He never fires them. He and my stepdad both had a handgun, though, like in their dresser drawers, to "protect" their families should intruders threaten them. I think that's a common practice among men of a certain generation. Owning a gun was a manly obligation. But of course, most of those guns, if they were used at all, were used to shoot the wife or for the dad's suicide or were tragically found by some kid. Protect the family! Yeah.
I remember the shotgun blast was deafeningly loud and the gun's recoil bruised my shoulder.
In high school, my boyfriend and I one day set a bunch of milk cartons afloat on his pond and shot them with an assortment of handguns. Not being an astute adolescent like Erin, it never occurred to me to wonder why, let alone be dismayed by the fact that a 16-year-old boy owned an assortment of handguns. It probably seemed normal to me because my two dads had guns and my brother received a rifle for his 14th birthday. How fucked up.
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I deleted my last comment due to rampant misspellings. I reposted it below.
Driftwood, the soccer club I coached for last season had training fields in a valley that was bordered by wooded hillsides. The hill closest to our field had a popular cross-country track.
We knew that deer season had begun when the runners stopped showing up and semi-automatic gunshots rang out through the valley. Not having covered this type of thing in coaching courses and not being at all experienced with guns I was totally unsure what to do. The thought occurred to me that I should have the girls lay down in the ditch with their hands over their heads. It was so disturbing, esp. since these hunters sounded to be very poor shooters. Pat-patatatatata. Pat-patatatatatattatat. Every five to ten minutes.
KC, you NEVER told me about your gun shooting! I am shocked (and turned on). What were you wearing?
Yep, Billy that’s it. Having the runners disappear couldn’t have helped you feel any better, could it?
I suppose in some ways it is like driving (or riding in) cars—you are at the mercy of the judgment and skill of all the other drivers on the road. And in your case, if the woods were thick enough, the trees would help soak up the stray bullets. Still, it is a bit hard to get used to it, and I ask myself why I should have to get comfortable with all that shooting.
Billy, wish I knew earlier that all I needed to elicit your passion for me was a sidearm.
KC, Your gun is digging into my hip. I would so dig that, as long as it wasn't loaded. I know, too truthful.
Also, are you confusing passion with compassion. I don't believe there was ever an issue of lack of passion.
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