This update is long overdue, but I’m glad that I was able to cross something off my 23 Things. Franklin took Tiff and me to Jackson Arms on the day after my 23rd birthday (Thursday) for “Group Night,” where the third shooter is free. (Maybe my next shooting range adventure will be on a Monday for “Ladies Night,” haha.)
And of course, me being who I am, during practice, when Franklin was showing us how to hold, use, load, unload, etc., the gun, Franklin sacrificed his finger to save mine. I was about to stick my finger somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be, so Franklin swooped his finger in the little socket instead. What a pal. I did get a mini glock bite on my right finger from the pistol when we were shooting, but nothing major (or unexpected, really, haha.)
It was kind of weird being in the shooting range, because with the ear muffs on, all you could hear is the inside of your own head, with the occasional far-away bang of a gun going off.
Franklin’s the pro.
Franklin said we should hang these up in our rooms. Haha, creepy.
Not bad for my first time, if I do say so myself.