Yesterday our work staff at church took a field trip. Nothing normal like a picnic or staff softball game. No, we live in Redding and what do a lot of people in Redding like to do? They like to shoot their guns.
So we went to the shooting range and for the first time in over 12 years, I truly felt like a Redding native.
Mind you, it was all under the very watchful eye of our Range Master and his trusty range master assistants who kept those of us who are very inexperienced gun-shooters from inflicting bodily injury to ourselves and those around us.
Out of 35 people participating, there were only two of us who were rookies. Paint ball and beebee guns were the closest I’d come to shooting a gun and my fellow rookie boasted a super-soaker. Yep, we were really treading into new territory as we picked up our 9 MMs and 22s and stepped up to the firing line to aim for targets only a few yards away. Encouraged at the closeness of the targets, I thought, No way could I miss the bullseye when it was that close!
But it’s not as easy as it looks. The first time, I fired five rounds from a 22 and missed the 12 inch square target 4 times. The second time I toted a 9 mm which produced more recoil, making it very hard to hold still when fired. But amazingly enough, I hit the bullseye at least once and came very close several other times.
Now, I know this was only my first time and I will admit it was very interesting and fun, but honestly–and I say it quietly so not too many Redding folks can hear me–even though I was exposed, I did not catch the firearm fever. I will not be applying for a gun permit or purchasing firearms anytime soon. I was vaccinated yesterday with about 15 shots.
Guns and targets and rifles…just doesn’t tug at me. It’s a lot of noise, the potential for injury is great, and the competitive strategy doesn’t interest me.
I think I’d rather go to a football game.