doug on target, setting up targets, down the chamber of a taurus .357 lincoln, CA, USA
pistols are a gateway drug…the moss 500 HD isn’t for shooting quail lincoln, CA, USA
if my brother takes an interest in something new it eventually infects the rest of the male johnson brood. usually itﾕs as benign as formula 1 or red wine. midlife crisis has raised the stakes, however, and now we find ourselves playing with guns. i’ve always had a natural fear and aversion to firearms, always thought of gun owners as unhinged walter middy’s looking for trouble. i’m still not sold on their wisdom and effectiveness, and i wouldnﾕt own one, but then, i don’t have to. that’s what brothers are for… taking up the slack where our conscience dare not tread (or wife disallow) and opening the portal to a carefully avoided vice. i avail my brother to motorcycles and hallucinogenic psychotropics and he in turn guides my hands to a croatian made XD .45 caliber ACP.
i canﾕt say i LOVE shooting… but itﾕs interesting… mostly because i’m not good at it, and the process unnerves me a bit. the proper grip doesn’t feel natural (yet), the stance seems forced… all my natural tendencies run counter to protocol, so i must see where it pans out.
i’m intentionally leaving myself out of the visuals so i can wake up one morning, come to my senses, and deny involvement as i drive my prius out to the woods to hug a tree and dance with bears… naked.