Because I had the opportunity to be with skilled people with years of experience. I was safe and I wanted to see what the attraction was. I wanted to feel what it was like so I could explain to our children better, why guns are not needed in mainstream society. And to be totally honest, I wanted to over come a deep fear of guns and maybe enjoy it. I have often seen people shooting clay and thought......could that be fun?
Heres what I liked. I liked loading the gun, sliding the bolt (I was firing a .22) and the shifting and clunking down on the mechanisms. I liked the combination of steel and the timber, it was a strange sensation to hold it in my hands, lighter than I imagined.
Thats where the thrill ended for me.
I aimed (at a milk bottle filled with water) and fired.
Now, I understand just how powerful a gun (any gun) can be. I had no real concept of how fast a bullet could fly, how easy it was to pull a trigger and how it could go wrong, so very wrong, so very quickly.
I grew up on a farm, with local farm boys heading out shooting foxes quite regularly. One night a young man nearly lost his life in a rifle accident and I often wondered.....how could that happen? The answer.....Oh...so....easily!!!!
Would I do it again...NO!
I could not see the attraction at all. However, I can see now how humane it is to put a farm animal down with a bullet. With a good shot, an animal would not see it coming and after growing up on the farm, I can understand very clearly (and now fully support) why Dad had a rifle and why he never wanted us to touch it.
I know this is a confronting subject, one which will raise some genuine concerns and I welcome discussion....just remember your manners.