This last weekend I went to a shooting range in Huntington called The Firing Line. It was me, my wife Leslie, my little sister TIffany and my dad Hank.
Leslie had never even held a gun and had been bugging me for a few months to take her shooting. I think it was ever since Calvary’s Man Camp.
My dad brought his 22, which is a fun little gun that doesn’t have too much kick so you can get pretty accurate with it. We also rented a 357 Smith and Wesson. It was incredibly powerful with a wicked muzzle flash.
The best part of the whole day was watching Leslie empty out the first clip … and completely miss the target. There were 10 shots fired and zero shots that hit paper. I think the first time was just a bit overwhelming for her. After that, she just got better and better with each round. By the end, she was consistently hitting right in the neck region of the target. Should I be impressed or nervous?
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