First time shooting a gun
This has been on my bucket list for the longest time, like the day I made my bucket list this was #5 or somewhere up there. One night while I was working at the bar, my buddies Drew and Pedro came in for a bit. By the time they get there it’s about midnight. Naturally they were drunk. We get to talkin and I don’t remember how but my bucket list got brought up. But I whipped it out on my phone and they’re looking it over with disbelief. Side note here, most people don’t have a physical bucket list. Like they have ideas about things they eventually want to do in life. But never really wrote it down. I found it helpful to just type them up in a notepad on my phone so when the opportunity presents itself to scratch an item off. I can do it right then and there. The feeling of satisfaction is indescribable, just try it out.
Anyways we’re checking out my bucket list, laughing about some of the ridiculous things I have on there. When we come across “Shooting a gun”. Drew looks at me and says, “Your from Wyoming and you’ve never shot a gun before?”
I respond with, “Sorry bud, making a trip to the shooting range wasn’t a field trip option.”
“We can go shooting tomorrow if you’re up for it. You just have to pick up the ammo.” Me thinking he’s joking laughed it off and agreed.
The next thing I know, It’s 11a.m the following day and I’m hopping in the back of his pickup next to the gun case. Now, In my mind when someone offers to take you shooting for your first time. You’d be firing a pistol and maybe watch a few safety videos. Tell me why I’m riding in back next to a AK.
“Are we on our way to fight ISIS?”
“Are the Japs parachuting in the middle of town and it’s up to us to save Spearfish? Cause I’m all bout them Wolverines.”
“Is the Walking Dead happening?”
“Why do you have this?”
But the first red flag for me was how deep into the hills we were driving. Like it was a scene fresh from a scary movie. I was sure that we were heading to some type of purge party.
If this was a horror movie, the part where the black guy gets killed off was coming up for sure.
But I wasn’t too freaked out. Pedro and Drew were pretty close friends of mine, known them for over 5 years so I trusted them. But anything goes in the purge.
We finally got to the spot, which felt like we were cut off from civilization. We hop out the car, get the gun loaded and Pedro looks at me and says, “You ready bro?” At this point, ya boy is sweatin. There was no safety video, no instruction manual, nothin. He was deadass about to hand me the gun like I was Jason Bourne.
“Alright no ear plugs or anything huh? Just take the gun and go pew pew. I’ve logged alarming amount of hours on Pubg, so I got this.”
They eventually showed me how to load the gun and what to aim for.
We all took turns shooting a stack of logs and stumps. Not going to lie I was terrified, just watching what bullets were doing to stumps and logs. Then imagining what it could do to a person. Definitely turned me off from any idea or hope I had of joining the military.
Would I go shooting again? Definitely, without a doubt. I love having the heart racing feeling. It’s like that feeling you get when you just bet big on blackjack and your heart isn’t racing but you can feel it beating very slowly. The best way I can describe it is, That Oh Shit Feeling.