…And they wouldn’t want to meet me in a dark alley.

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.

(photo credit:  Wikipedia)

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?


About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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