Gut Rumbles
 

December 31, 2004

gunsmoke

I knew that I could make Stacey a riflewoman. She's not one bit afraid of a firearm and she was anxious to try her hand at a little target practice. Samantha, on the other hand, is deathly afraid of any kind of loud noise. "It's not the GUN that scares me," she whined. "It's the NOISE."

I took them shooting today. Kim du Toit would have been proud.

At first, Stacey and I took turns plinking away with a .22 rifle while Sam stood 50' away with earplugs in and hands over her ears. As she noticed Stacey enjoying herself and hitting what she shot at, Sam kept edging up closer and closer. Finally, she was right beside us.

"You want to try now?" I asked. She needed a little more persuasion, so I showed her how to hold the rifle, how to aim it and I squeezed the trigger the first time for her.

"That wasn't so bad," she said. "Can I try it by myself this time?"

I believe we shot up about 300 rounds before we decided to call it a day. You know what the REAL irony is? Samantha is a dead-eye shot. Once she got the hang of it, she whipped Stacey's ass at target shooting. She can't beat ME yet, but this was her first time. I'd better watch out for her in the future.

I thought we had some good, family fun in the woods this morning. Both girls want to go back and do it again tomorrow. Heh.

I am proud of myself.

Comments

you're a fuckin' lier A-man. A .22 makes almost no noise at all. And it'll kill just 'bout anything if it's aimed right.

Oh, and happy fuckin' new year you old goat!

Posted by: marcl on December 31, 2004 04:06 PM

As Kim would say, "This is the point when we do the Happy Dance."

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on December 31, 2004 04:31 PM

MarcL is of course right about the noise, but someone who hasn't fired, or been present at the firing, of -- say -- a .357 magnum might not realize that.

Time for Sam to try out a Dirty Harry special. Heh heh heh.

Posted by: McGehee on December 31, 2004 04:33 PM

When I was dating my wife we used to go to the town dump and give my black powder pistols a workout once in a while. (.44 Remington and .36 Colt). We were taking out beer bottles when one fell over, with the neck facing us. She said "watch this", and put a .44 ball through the opening in the neck and blew out the bottom of the bottle at about twenty yards. I've been a good boy ever since.
Have a happy new year!

Posted by: gregor on December 31, 2004 05:48 PM

Sam thinks a .22 is loud. I brought a couple of pistols, but she threatened to walk home if I fired those, so they stayed in the holsters.

Still, to see her shoot without flinching was a major breakthrough in my book.

Posted by: Acidman on December 31, 2004 05:52 PM

I got to meet Stacey, she sounds like a good kid.

Posted by: Catfish on December 31, 2004 07:26 PM

The TV on at night is too loud for me. Sudden loud noises trigger migranes and causes ringing in my ears. Yeah, so call me a wuss. Anyone who gets migranes or bad headaches from noise (or light ) will understand.

Posted by: Sam on December 31, 2004 10:17 PM
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