Well another exceptional day here in AZ. I’m, again, sitting outside on the covered patio. A gentle rain has arrived. Listening to the patter of the raindrops while enjoying the evening is the perfect finish to a lovely day.
After arting awhile following another delicious breakfast prepared by my dear husband, we headed out shortly before 11. Today we went to the Sierra Vista Shooting Range. It’s about 10 miles from here.
Both Scott and I enjoy target shooting. We have friends back home with their own range, and we go as often as possible in good weather. And, not bragging-just saying, I’m a pretty good shot. Well that is until today.
For some reason, I was off on my aim. I was very consistent, but either low and left or high and left. It seemed no matter what I did to adjust, I rarely hit the bullseye. This is unlike me and I found it very frustrating.
After realizing my shoulder was out, and Scott popped it back in, things improved a bit. But I was still off. It wasn’t until the last few magazines that I was shooting as I normally do. Once I began hitting the bullseye, I was satisfied. I shot 300 rounds and Scott 250.
We hope to go back at least once more before we leave. The range is amazing! They have a range or two for long guns, a couple for pistols, and one for law enforcement officers for training. This is a very professionally run range, and I was very impressed. The cost was 6 bucks for each of us, and we could shoot all day.
The range supervisor asked all of us to clear our brass when finished. You could take them home to reload, if you wanted, but they had cans to dump them in. The man said they collected so much last year they were able to purchase needed stuff for the youth gun safety program. This also impressed me. Growing up in a family of hunters, we ate what was shot, I learned gun safety very early. We were taught guns are tools, not toys. We have a healthy respect for guns and safety is always first.
Since I’ve started shooting pistols, I enjoy it so much more. Rifles are challenging for me, as my arm problems make them difficult to hold steady. And the kick knocks my shoulder out instantly. Our son bought a new gun for duck and goose hunting. I lifted it, brought it to my shoulder, and pop! Out went my shoulder. It was not loaded, nor did I shoot the thing. It was just to heavy for my weakened arms.
Pistols are also weighty. We found one, the M&P 380 EZ. It’s designed for those with disabilities like arthritis and for the elderly. It’s lightweight and racks well. The guy at the store even lightened the slide for me to make it easier. This one does kick a bit. Much more than my 22 caliber pistol, but it’s not to much for me for short periods of time.
After an enjoyable few hours, we returned to have dinner and relax. I’m working on the signatures for a new art journal. My papers are drying as I type.