As the clutter conquest continues, I managed to find some old targets I shot. They're not all that flattering, which is all the more reason to throw them out.
One is dated from the early 90s, which dates it to Boy Scout summer camp. I used to go every year. It only lasted a week or two, but it felt like a whole month. I managed to earn the merit badges for rifle and for shotgun.
Fast forward to 2007 in Las Vegas. I went to The Gun Store, a place that lets you pick and shoot a gun in their target room. No license needed. You also get to pick which poster you want to shoot at. Damn, that was a fun time! I shot a .44 Magnum, a la Dirty Harry. I also got to fire an UZI.
The instructor took a look at my target when I was done, and said the same thing which I'm sure they say to everybody there, but it's still a good line: "Yeah, I'd say he's dead!"
Speaking of repeated phrases, I know people say this all the time, but it bears repeating: shooting a gun is nowhere near as effortless as it looks in the movies. For one, these dang things are heavy!
Rather than keep these posted rolled up and taking up space, I just took a couple of photos and got rid of the posters. Keep the evidence, kill the clutter.
This is the point where I'd normally end on some kind of closing pun that has to do with firearms, but unfortunately it's quite late and I can't think of one.
