(Ricky and I in front of one of our "enemies")...paper targets that is. Last weekend 3 generations of Rowley men (and myself) went to Las Vegas' premier shooting range with one goal...kill the enemy! We came armed with a 22 caliber handgun and rented a 9mm at the range. I was all ready to go until I walked in there. I have to say, I started to chicken out when I heard how loud it was...even from the other side of the protective/sound blocking glass. Regardless, Ricky wouldn't let me turn back so we put on our goofy yellow goggles and big ear protectors.
(Ricky with Grandpa's gun)When we got inside the range, I made Ricky shoot first because I was scared! Haha. That was probably a bad idea because when he shot that 9mm gun, the air displacement was so strong it felt like a hammer smacking my chest (ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but I wasn't expecting it). That kind of freaked me out more. Sadly, I had to start with the pansy 22 caliber. I have to say though, I am a fabulous shot! Ricky's grandpa is really amazing and I want to be just like him when I grow up!
(kind of hard to tell, but Grandpa was aiming for the head...he's good huh?)It was really fun. I can't wait to try some other guns sometime. For your viewing pleasure (and my slight embarassment), I have added a video of me shooting the "cop gun." This thing was really hard for me to aim at the beginning because of the kick back. I think this video was taken early on in my "shooting experience" that day. It's pretty funny! Enjoy!
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