Over Christmas break, I went to the gun range. Guns and me haven’t always mixed. When my papa actually got my gun for me, I was like “I don’t want ANYTHING to do with guns.” and I threw a giant fit.
We went to the range, I sucked, he “taught” me how to handle a gun, and blah blah, I don’t remember a lot of that conversation and then he handed the gun over to me. I tried to shoot the target. Tried being the key word. Out of the 10 bullets in the clip, 1 maybe 2 hit the paper.
Now two years later, I have my C.W.P, I enjoy the gun range and I enjoy shooting the Walthers P22.