We are a nice, nuclear family–not quite Ozzie and Harriett, but reasonably functional. Still, deep within us burns a rebel fire. And there’s no place better than Vegas to let that fire burn!
This afternoon, with Helaine and my folks in tow, Stef and I set out to shoot guns. There was originally the thought we’d fire a machine gun, but both of us were just as happy to pick up a pistol and head to the range.
We are not alone. This is the only gun shop I’ve ever seen with its own cab stand! It’s Vegas, baby.
I couldn’t tell you exactly what it was we shot, except it was lighter than I anticipated and had a small though noticeable recoil. We each shot 2-10 round clips. Twenty rounds for $20. Real gun aficionados might think we were ripped off–maybe we were. It was worth every penny.
Stef plans on mounting her target on the wall over her bed in the dorm.