Current mood:	creative
Current music:	The Beatles, 'Happiness is a Warm Gun'

Bang Bang Shoot Shoot
Go-cart plans fell through on Saturday, so instead I went with cow orker Kevin to a local shooting range.  Kevin brought his two automatic hand guns, a .40 caliber HK pistol and a .45 Ruger, and we rented a .357 magnum revolver.

I'm not interested in owning a firearm, but I have been wanting to learn how to handle one.  Thanks to an extended friendship with gun-loving Erk I wasn't really carrying any of the romance or fear usually associated with them, so I was able to shoot without much stress right from the start.

The afternoon returned further evidence of my atrophied Y chromosome.  It was fun to fire the weapons, but there was none of the manly 'Aww yeah' factor to it.  The Ruger was definitely my favorite of the three-- it was the easiest for me to aim, and I was able to group a clip within six to eight inches at 25 feet... not awesome to be sure, but not as bad as the other two weapons.  The magnum was fun, but a monster:  huge recoil (with a cool muzzle flash), heavy, and hard to aim since the trigger pull also had to advance the cylinder.  I hated the HK.  It was very hard to shoot accurately, and something about the recoil (figuratively) tore up my trigger finger.

Still, reasonably entertaining.  I will probably go again at some point.