Gregg and I went shooting today at the Blue Ridge Arsenal in Chantilly. I forgot how much fun and how relaxing it is going to the range to squeeze off a few rounds. It must have been at least eight years since the last time I went to an indoor firing range in Tampa.
They didn’t have any .32 ammunition, so we ran through three boxes of 9mm bullets in about an hour. Just like I used to do when shooting with Dad, I was hitting low and to the left (I tense my wrist in anticipation of the shot until I remember not to). After the first few clips, I got used to his gun and calmed down a bit. Aim high right, and bam started hitting the black pretty consistently. I even took off the top of the X at the center with one of the shots. Hitting the X with a 9mm is definitely more rewarding than hitting a red bullseye with a dart. It’s louder, too… and there’s fun confetti!
It was awesome. Thanks, man… we gotta’ do that again soon.