Mosquitoes Suck, Shooting Doesn't

Well it finally happened. The boy was able to put together a very, very impromptu range trip. I would have been more exited about it if I had time for the excitement to grow.

All the kitchen training with the Walther P22 paid off. The target went ping on the third shot.  That was a satisfying "ping".  Or I should say a POP PING. Yes POP, not BANG... for all who don't know, .22 is small caliber so it doesn't make much noise.  The Smith & Wesson M&P15-22 also made cute POP PING. I was a little apprehensive about shooting a rifle but think it won out a little bit over the pistol.  Having a patient, supportive coach didn't hurt either. The good job kisses raised the confidence a bit.

You know that empowering feeling of "holy crap, I just fired a real gun"?  Yeah, it's still sinking in. Even more, the whole "It actually hit the target... more than 20 times" is still sinking in as well.  The pain from the 27 mosquito bites is slowly fading away and will most likely be replaced by the realization that the "mythical" range is no longer a myth but a very real, very addictive place. Oh, and the smell of burnt gunpowder is good.

More about this later.... now it's time to cool off with a tall glass of the delicious RobinAde to celebrate a Brewers sweep of some Florida team.

Walter P22

Smith & Wesson M&P15-22