but I think I might have just picked one up. You know, for my "spare time." ;)
Here's the story:
About a month ago Adam and I purchased a pistol. He's been wanting one forever - in the interest of protecting our home and for target practice. I've always wanted him to get something so he could keep his military skills sharp. He's a research type of guy so it took him a while to figure out what he wanted, but the main thing was getting something that was comfortable for me. He's been dying to teach me to shoot for years, but we've never had our own pistol. I've always been so-so on it. I'm not against guns by any means, but I'm also not an enthusiast like him.
We went out looking a couple of times and after holding several we finally decided on the Glock 19. It fits in my hand and it's got a very light recoil. A good fit for both of us.
This past weekend we finally had time to spend at the range and found a new one that's indoor and close to our house. I was nervous all the way over there because I really didn't know what to expect. We got there, chose our targets (my favorite part - I'll get to that in a minute), put our ear and eye protection on and entered the range. There were already a few people in there shooting and right away the noise bothered me. For a good solid 25 minutes I jumped everytime someone else's gun fired. I kept thinking that I'd have to leave because I wasn't going to jump like that while I had a gun in my hand. So we reviewed the basics - safely, loading etc - that he'd been teaching me prior and he went first. Wow - he's really good. I mean I've always known, but only from hearing it, not from seeing it.
Then my turn came around and of course I had no idea what to expect. I was a little used to the noise by now and the jumpiness had stopped. I fired one round and it hit the target in some obscure place, but at least it hit it. Shortly there after I started to get my groove. I wasn't hitting dead center, but I was making consistent clusters which I guess is pretty good.
And then it happened...I started to like it. I shot through about 100 round while Adam watched. The day ended with me buying my own box of ammunition and firing through that box while Adam was out talking to some guy.
I've said it here before, but I'm obsessive about anything that I like. Hobbies are the worst victim - knitting, scrapbooking, crocheting, etc. And now target shooting. I'm anxious to go back. But I don't want to do it unless I'm good, really good. I'm highly competitive, but mostly just with myself. I like to do things when I'm good at them and I like that "getting good at something" stage the best. This means I'll be practicing. And by the way - my husband could not be happier. Obviously.
My favorite part really was picking out my target. I chose the 80's molestor looking guy that looks like Dog the Bounty Hunter. HA!

And in the interest of keeping this blog honest - the headshots are not mine. I like to hit the stomach and the crotch more. :)
Hope you've all got a great weekend planned! Until next time...