By W R Jones
I went shooting with my son the other day. I wanted to try out my new tang sight. A tang sight is attached to the narrow front part of a rifle stock. It can be folded up or down and has a small aperature which helps old myopic eyes focus on both the front sight and the target. I can’t shoot any better, but now I can see my misses clearly.
I was pleased with how the rifle was working and should have stopped right there. Nope, I had to get out the handgun; figured I might as well shoot a few rounds since we were at the range. I have a small 9mm and can’t hit a damn thing with it. I bought it because it was small and stainless so I wouldn’t have to worry about rust. I should have worried about hitting something.
I asked the girl at the counter to give me the tall fat guy target. She gave me the largest target they had which was a woman hostage standing in front of an evil man with about 1/3 of his head visable from behind her. I immediately up made my mind up to go for the hostage. She was a bigger target. Turns out she had nothing to worry about, safe as a church mouse. The evil guy could relax as well. However, anyone laying in the dirt about 5 yards in front of them was in some danger.
Down the line from us a man was shooting a Kimber 45. Kimber makes some very fine handguns for some very fine dollars. My son spoke with him and admired the piece. Later the man stopped and offered my son the opportunity to try the pistol. Bam Bam Bam Bam Bam – all into the evil man’s eye and nose.
I asked my son to shoot my pistol as I could not believe I could shoot THAT poorly. He tried and sure enough he missed everything as well. So my gun is junk. Not really, it is just meant for short range (very short range as on top of you) defense not target shooting. If any burgler invades my home I will have to ask him/her (let’s not leave out the ladies) to please hold the barrel to the center of their chest; not off to one side. Otherwise I might end up shooting the dog.
When I got home I mentioned to my wife I would be needing a new handgun. Whoa, what was I thinking. This was too close to my recent toy helicopter fiasco. When I looked up and noticed the look she was giving me my mind raced for the nearest exit. I came up with, “Well, on second thought, it would be money better spent if we got you some new shoes and purses, don’t you think? Let’s go shopping tomorrow.”
You young fellows can take a lesson here. Sometimes we have to compromise to keep domestic harmony. Compromise is a euphemism for giving her the keys to your ball locker. But, what the hell, they aren’t of much use anyway when you are shopping for a purse.
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