My daddy-o was a fire arm instructor, salesman, reconstruction-guy and arms master He worked for the department of corrections (along with the majority of my family on both sides) as arsenal sergeant for about 25 years. He's the type of guy who gets a curator's license from the county so he can buy older weapons and restore them. He's a gun geek, if there is such a thing. XD I'm not sure what my first gun was. I was too young to care to pay attention. It was definitely a 9mm and I remember being terrified at first, but that's all I remember. My most memorable shoot was with some kind of high-powered Russian rifle (one of two he restored, but they weren't that bad off anyway). I wasn't aware that this wasn't a rifle like a .22 because I was, like, 14 at the time or something. I was laying in prone with the rifle propped up again a telephone pole they laid out for just the purpose. When I fired, the recoil kicked the gun up and it landed on my finger, which hurt. But not as much as the bruise in my shoulder-pocket-thing. My father must have been confident in my not shattering my collar bone. He and his work buddy thought it was hilarious. Since then, I've developed a shake and I can't hit the broad side of a barn with a rifle. 8D
I would've thrown that S&W out or at least send it out for repair. That shit is dangerous. What other stuff have you shot?
I would've thrown that S&W out or at least send it out for repair. That shit is dangerous. What other stuff have you shot?