JagFarlane
Gone Hiking
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So as many of you know...I took a break from Lit. Had to get away, was on here a bit too much, and got way too involved in it. Realized, I really needed to find something to allow me to vent.
There is something from my childhood I've oft found I really do miss. When my brother and I were younger, we used to go out to the range with Dad and spend the day shooting. Always was tons of fun, as he taught us both shooting and more importantly the safety of it. Dad was an Army Ranger, and probably one of the safest people in the world at handling a firearm. We haven't been able to go in years due to scheduling and things of that matter. But I've always missed it...hell its ingrained into me. I've even been known to chew out a first-class Master at Arms for improper handling of their issued 9mm.
So Wednesday I found myself at a local gun shop, one recommended by a good friend of mine. Its a little place, been there since 1945, popular enough that they've even had R.L.Erny, a rather well known ex-Marine visit in recent years.
They have a small range [33' long, 6 stalls deep] upstairs...before ya know it, I found myself purchasing my first gun, a Ruger Mark III .22 caliber. While awaiting the State Police background check, I rented out a Glock 19 in 9mm. -sigh- Brought back all those memories.
Yesterday I found myself at the range, getting to fire the Ruger for the first time [had to take it home and clean out all the packing grease first]. Fun little gun it is, put 200 rounds through it, and followed it up with 50 rounds through a rented Kimber Custom II .45ACP. [funny lil story I may post later bout that visit]
But in all this, I realized that, I couldn't keep doing what I was doing here, and really, now, am going to do things like use the iggy button. A certain someone made themselves all of the 3rd person ever to make my list. Sad, really, when you figure I've been here for years now..but...something I guess had to be done.
There is something from my childhood I've oft found I really do miss. When my brother and I were younger, we used to go out to the range with Dad and spend the day shooting. Always was tons of fun, as he taught us both shooting and more importantly the safety of it. Dad was an Army Ranger, and probably one of the safest people in the world at handling a firearm. We haven't been able to go in years due to scheduling and things of that matter. But I've always missed it...hell its ingrained into me. I've even been known to chew out a first-class Master at Arms for improper handling of their issued 9mm.
So Wednesday I found myself at a local gun shop, one recommended by a good friend of mine. Its a little place, been there since 1945, popular enough that they've even had R.L.Erny, a rather well known ex-Marine visit in recent years.
They have a small range [33' long, 6 stalls deep] upstairs...before ya know it, I found myself purchasing my first gun, a Ruger Mark III .22 caliber. While awaiting the State Police background check, I rented out a Glock 19 in 9mm. -sigh- Brought back all those memories.
Yesterday I found myself at the range, getting to fire the Ruger for the first time [had to take it home and clean out all the packing grease first]. Fun little gun it is, put 200 rounds through it, and followed it up with 50 rounds through a rented Kimber Custom II .45ACP. [funny lil story I may post later bout that visit]
But in all this, I realized that, I couldn't keep doing what I was doing here, and really, now, am going to do things like use the iggy button. A certain someone made themselves all of the 3rd person ever to make my list. Sad, really, when you figure I've been here for years now..but...something I guess had to be done.