SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Let me set the scene. Wednesday afternoon my wife and I headed down to the local range with our handguns and a rifle I wanted to test out. My wife took her place at one of the lanes and started shooting, doing quite well by the way, when two of our local yahoos set up shop in the lane next to hers. (I knew what was coming when they walked in, looked around and took that lane. Out of 15 lanes only three were in use but they just had to take the lane next to my wife.)
After blazing away for about ten minutes with their rather shittily maintained cheapo hand cannons, they started trying to chat with my wife. Most of their pick up lines went something like; "Oh how cute. Look at the little lady with the little pistol. Want us to teach you how to handle a real gun?" (My wife stands 5'6" and weighs 126 pounds so yes I guess she could be considered a little lady. Her handgun of choice is a Ruger Mk. II .22 cal.) After listening to this for a few minutes she turned to me with an upraised eyebrow. Seeing me nod she swapped her Ruger for my 9mm, loaded it, and proceded to blow ten holes rapid fire in their silhouette target at 15 yards. When she was done they reeled in their target and became very quiet before moving to a lane at the other end of the range. I happened to glance at the target they dropped in the trash can on their way by. (3 in the Coconut, 3 in the throat, and 4 in the chest. all in the marked kill zones. I taught her well.) She then went back to her "little gun" and went back to punching holes in the black at 25 yards. I was laughing so hard I had to stop shooting for a while.
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After blazing away for about ten minutes with their rather shittily maintained cheapo hand cannons, they started trying to chat with my wife. Most of their pick up lines went something like; "Oh how cute. Look at the little lady with the little pistol. Want us to teach you how to handle a real gun?" (My wife stands 5'6" and weighs 126 pounds so yes I guess she could be considered a little lady. Her handgun of choice is a Ruger Mk. II .22 cal.) After listening to this for a few minutes she turned to me with an upraised eyebrow. Seeing me nod she swapped her Ruger for my 9mm, loaded it, and proceded to blow ten holes rapid fire in their silhouette target at 15 yards. When she was done they reeled in their target and became very quiet before moving to a lane at the other end of the range. I happened to glance at the target they dropped in the trash can on their way by. (3 in the Coconut, 3 in the throat, and 4 in the chest. all in the marked kill zones. I taught her well.) She then went back to her "little gun" and went back to punching holes in the black at 25 yards. I was laughing so hard I had to stop shooting for a while.
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