Wyoming Things

Today I did something that is really Wyoming. I shot a gun for the first time. I’m not talking about a beebee gun or a water gun. But a real live gun! If you know me pretty well you will know that I’m pretty much scared of guns. Maybe I just really respect them because of the power they possess. Anyway, a couple years ago I dated a police officer for a brief period of time where whenever he came over to my house in uniform or I would go to his he would have his work gun in his belt on the bedside table which made me pretty nervous. Also, one day I did find rifles under his bed that freaked me out as well. So this really is my only exposure to guns besides my cousins talking about guns. So this person who I might or might not be dating in Casper (who is also a police officer) invited me shooting and teach me since I really have no idea. So today we went to a very beautiful (hint of sarcasm) of Wyoming. I learned the basics never point a gun at anything that I don’t want to shoot even if it is not loaded; how to hold a handgun and rifle the right way; and how to aim. I ended up shot 3 different kinds of guns a 22 handgun; a 22 manual rifle; and a pretty powerful AR-15 (assault rifle). And I guess these were the “baby” guns that he owns…. Anyway after shooting for the first time it is pretty hard to have a good aim and actually hit what I wanted. My arms would get tired of holding up the gun and trying to keep it steady—so I’ll defiantly will be sore tomorrow. On top of everything I was really focusing on what I needed to do to be safe and everything.

When we first pulled up to the place it was littered with trash, junk and covered with shotgun and other gun shells I couldn’t believe how dirty it looked and how people could just leave their trash out there! Everything was covered with bullet holes which is kinda artistic. Jay was telling me that it was cleaned up at one time and tried to put posts in to make the place look nice. But I guess a place where people go to shoot guns isn’t going to be very classy. J

After a couple hours I decided that I liked the 22 rifle the best because it didn’t have as much of a kickback as the AR-15—which you felt to the bone every time it fired. And I also liked how I had better control with the rifle then I did with the handgun. In conclusion, I’m a little less scared of guns then I was before. But I don’t think I will agree to handguns on dressers anytime soon.

The orange thing I'm holding is called a Clay Pigeon or better known as clay disks that are shot into the air as targets but they were laying all over the place so we set them up and used them as targets everywhere. Also, in order to not contribute to the thousands of shells on the ground already we picked up most the ones we shot and I think this picture with the starbucks cup full of shells on a big red heavy duty truck is pretty redneck-country vs modern-city artistic :)... Also click on the 3rd picture to make it larger and be amazed by all the shell casings!