I haven’t picked up my trusty old Heckler and Koch P7 in about 6 years, but hubby man and I went target shooting at an indoor gun range.
There used to be a time when I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. I don’t know what happened today.
Of the 64 rounds I shot at this target,
61 made it onto the paper
57 made it on the body
7 made it dead center in the chest
and three made it onto the head.
and one (or three depending on where it lies) in the baby-maker
And no, those weren’t stray shots. I was aiming where I pretty much wanted them to go.
Can I say it out loud? I kick ass!
Would it be bad to say I had someone in mind when I was shooting. Though to be fair, I only thought about that a short while…I also thought about protecting my girls from attack too.
Talk about a cathartic adrenaline rush!
My daughters comments when they came home from school:
“Wow, mom did that? But she’s a girl!”
Um, yeah, I did. I rock!
What can I say?