I'd been shooting for about 45 minutes and I had a nice rhythm goin' (breathe-aim-squeeze, breathe-aim-squeeze) whenI hear tunktunktunktunktunktunktunktunk. I glance over and 3 or 4 lanes down was a target 'bout 35' feet out w/8 holes it. None of which are anywhere close to the bull's eye or each other. I hear some voices and it sounds like a guy taking a girl shooting for the first time. W/the ear protection everything is muffled but some how "Awe, baby, don't be 'fraid. There's no kick at all. It's silky smooooth" comes thru loud and clear. I'm still reloading and I hear 8 more rapid shots go off. There's a few more holes in the target (again none of them near the bull's eye) and I'm pretty sure more bullets completly missed the cardboard than hit it. 10 or 15 minutes later I'm outta ammo and packing up. As I walk past them I glance over to see what they are using to make that bull's eye the safest place on the range and I see the biggest, shiniest, chrome-plated looking .45 semi-auto known to man (it reminded me of Queen Amidala's<sp?> ship from Episode I). I browesed about the store a bit and ended up walking out to the parking lot and seeing the man and women climb into a "bling bling" Caddy (whatever is based on the Avalanche). And then I busted out laughing 'cause the dudes bling bling pistol was shinier than his bling-bling rims and I could just see him picking out that pistol for no other reason than it's big and shiny.
Just a little amusement from my day that I felt like sharing.
Lethal
Just a little amusement from my day that I felt like sharing.
Lethal
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