When in Rome…
…do as the Romans.
Check this out. First five bullets I ever shot in my life. Seven yards.
The whole thing was nothing like I expected. The experience was great. You hear people say they love the power of the gun – the kick, the noise, etc. Some of my more hippie friends admit that they never shot a gun because they’re afraid of liking the power. A “power trip” was the furthest thing I felt.
I don’t think anything has ever made me feel more present and more focused than shooting. From the loading of the clip, to aiming, to pulling the trigger, to walking away from the range, you need to be very much in the moment and aware of yourself and your surroundings. It led to a very strange but welcomed serenity. For me, golf is close, but if you fuck up in golf, chances are, you’re not going to kill or hurt someone or yourself. It was a completely zen experience. That’s what I loved about it.
From talking to people, that sounds like the typical shooting experience – calm, mellow, and focused. Anyone that reacts by spazzing out and being all giddy is the person you don’t want shooting.
The guns I used were a Glock 9mm and a .45. The 9mm had more kick than I expected, because of the polymer body, and the.45 had less kick, because of the metal body. I’m definitely going to buy one shortly. I see myself owning a .45 since it has greater stopping power and it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I plan on starting off with a 9mm, though – probably the Glock or a Sig P260.
