Shoot ’em up

Karalee’s Post #6 — I went to Vegas a week ago to write while my husband David went to a conference. It’s a great place to get distracted but I hunkered down and got work done. The conference ended Wednesday and on Thursday and Friday it rained. It was a torrential downpour. We felt quite at home coming from Vancouver , but that wasn’t what we expected in Vegas.

David shoots great pictures and we enjoyed seeing the sights, but I suggested we do a different kind of shooting. So instead of throwing more money away in slot machines or on gambling tables, we took a pilgrimage to The Discount Firearms and Ammo store that fellow 5Writers member Joe has gone to before. He told me it was great. He was wrong.

It was flipping awesome! We bought two packages that gave us four automatic rifles and two pistols to try. The next two and a half hours were spent with six guns  and a gun geek that knew so much trivia he could have easily been a Jeopardy champion.

I’m competitive (but not in a dysfunctional way in my opinion). Apparently the gun geek that showed us the way had never seen a shooter like me. (On the other hand, he could say that to all his customers.) For some reason, I hit the bulls-eye. Not once, but with nearly every shot blasting the red center. I think he got tired of continuing to say “bulls-eye” so he said, “Why not try for the head?” So I did.

Bang. Dead center.

Not even close to the edge of the black outline. Good eye-hand coordination must run in the family. My brother is a great shot and usually gets his elk during hunting season in Canada.  No matter, I took it as an omen and  relished all the details of this “hands on” research for my mystery thriller that I’m writing for this 5Writers challenge.

Later after the adrenalin had settled, I asked myself, “What does it really take to shoot a bulls-eye?”

All the steps must come together. First, the stance is imperative to absorb the kick back. Stand as though taking a large step, keep your weight forward, and push your shoulder into the butt of the gun (when using a rifle that is). Second, the aim has to be accurate. The gun sights must be lined up with the target with a steady hand, especially when pulling the trigger. It’s best if you can keep your eyes open. Third, ignore the bra strap that digs into your shoulder (for women mainly). Keep going even though you can feel that metal ridge biting your skin. What’s a little bruise compared to controlling a fully automatic rifle that a Canadian would never get the chance to shoot in Canada?

Now, I realize there are some questions you may want to ask:

Q – Why didn’t I just pull down my bra strap? A – Not a chance. It would interfere with my shoulder movement and impede my aim. Never give up the bulls-eye.

Q – Why not take my bra off? A – What? In front of strangers? You’ve got to be kidding!

Q – Why put up with the pain? A – Oh, I complained and joked about it at the time, but it would never stop me competing and succeeding! After all it was fun and I was whipping the ass off my husband.

And that sums up writing.

Don’t let anything distract you, don’t expose what you don’t need to, take the pain because you can see the reward, and strike when you’re hot.

Photos by David J Greer

10 thoughts on “Shoot ’em up

  1. Nope, she probably wore a corset, the few times she actually wore a dress! Kaylee, that’s terrific – you shoot competitively – you have to meet my husband! He coaches biathlon for cadets. So neat to run into another member of the hidden sport! (I don’t shoot, but I don’t have anything against it, either), and I love the way you apply those rules to writing – that’s just too cool!

    • Thanks Bev. You husband sounds like a great person to meet. It takes a special person to be a good coach. I’m not really into shooting either but the experience was fun.

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