I've got a fever of 103!

Ok so again I've failed to blog on the regular. I've grown to like using twitter because it's like mini-blogs. It's also quicker to post tiny random musings on random things.

Now I feel compelled to explore my recent fascination with guns. Flash back to 2yrs ago and I was terribly frightened of guns. Flash forward to today and I'm obsessed with them. It's funny how time changes things and heals wounds. I guess my current fascination started when I went shooting with some friends from work at a gun club's gun range. At first I was scared and excited to be going to shoot guns. When I arrived at the range it was very much the same feeling. I was a little late getting there so when I walked in people were already shooting. It was my first time being there so I felt very much out of my element. I walked into the actually range and was handed a set of hearing protection.

After receiving my hearing protection I followed my friend over to a stall where he showed me how to load and shoot two different guns. One gun was a revolver and the other a semi-automatic pistol. Being a fan of classic cinema of course I wanted to try the revolver first.

My hands shook as I took the revolver and loaded it for the first time. After loading the 6 chambers and readying the revolver I took it up in my hands and positioned it to shoot. As I tried to line up the sight with the target my hands shook as my fingered curled around the trigger. With the smells of gun powder filling the air like a 4th of July memory I squeezed the trigger feeling the tiny gun kick in my hands. It was both a rush and a relief to get that first round out of the chamber. It was then I knew I was hooked. I continued to fire the revolver for most of the hour before switching to the semi-auto for the last few minutes. Needless to say my shooting with the revolver was much more accurate than that of the pistol. After finishing up I had a bit of a chat with my friends about becoming a member of the gun club and buying a gun of my own. As I left the gun club range and drove away in my 97' Ford Probe I knew it wouldn't be the last time driving out of the lot. I also had a renewed sense of strength from knowing that I was capable of taming the formed metal of the bullets and guns.

I've gone once more since then. Today actually. Shooting again has made the await the next payday with a sense of urgency and impatience. I long to own a shooting iron of my own as well as a membership card to the gun club. I tire of being a guest to the club. I want to belong with my fellow target shooting bretheren in this club of theirs. I've also gone shopping for guns but have yet to see one that longs for my company. I've already purchased my own hearing protection and have a bag that I'll probably use to transport my shooting gear to and from the range. I think it's safe to say my diagnosis is definetly gun fever.