Okay, I know, it's a couple days late. Oh well, get over it.
I finally made it to the range! Of course, as soon as I got to the stairway leading down the the range in the basement, my good friend Cindy, who was my shooting buddy for the night, told me they were out of ammo. Sum'bitch. Had to go to Walmart and buy some ammo to shoot but then we were good.
The way the range on campus works (yes, I have a range on my university campus. How much does my school RAWK?!) is simple. You have a one-time $2.50 orientation fee about the rules of the range, renting the actual guns is free, you just pay for the ammo. Nice and simple, and not too expensive. With a student ID, 25 rounds of .22LR is like, $4. I think a box of 50 rounds of .45ACP hovers just above $11, so I'm not gonna argue.
Anyway, we went to Walmart, and of course, all they had was .22LR. No skin off my back, I'm buying a freaking rifle that fires .22LR, so all the extra is good for me. Yay!
Okay, time for some action shots. This is my girl, Cindy, who gave me shit all freaking night for eight million reasons, none of which related to my shooting.
Of course, she wouldn't let me take a picture of her face, probably cuz she knew it would go on the blog, where all the anonymous perverts of the internet would fap to it, but oh well.
And for my friends out there in the Intertubes, don't even start on the grip I have. I know now it's not the best way to go. Keep in mind I had never handled a pistol before in my LIFE, and all they did was show me how to load it up and go. Not handling. No safety. Nothing. Just how to load the magazine and stick it in the gun. I have since been instructed on how to properly hold ze boomstick, and I promise I'll do better next time.
Still... not bad for the first time I picked up a gun, huh?