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"Spike"? Heh.
08.04.05 (5:40 am)   [edit]
The first time I went to a shooting range, ever, was a memorable day. Dad got me started out on our .22 rifle (which, in my opinion, is ...weak and for pansies). I then learned to fire our Romanian AK-47, which I absolutely loved. We went to the range with about five or six other guys - I was the only girl there. Two of them were gun dealers... all of us were rednecks.

One of the gun dealers, John, brought his son 19-year-old "Spike" with him (I was 15 at the time). Now, you think "Spike" would be a tough kid, what-with the very original nickname and all, right? Heh. This kid is so soft... I could take fifteen of him with both my hands tied. But anyway, John also brought his new .50 caliber sniper rifle. We had to wait for the people at the range to get a spot especially for us on the far end, simply because this thing is so powerful and loud. I'd been eyeing it all day; they finally set it up and got it ready to fire. The thing probably weighed about forty pounds, and was at least four and a half feet long, with a two-foot long scope, bi-pod, and a muzzle break. It was also bolt-action, so, only one shot at a time (shucks). And it had a reeeeeeeeeeally hard kick to it, not to mention the slight concussion you get merely from the sound of it...

Anyway, "Spike" looked a bit nervous. John wanted him to fire it, but he wouldn't get near it. And this kid had been going around bragging up a storm that he wanted to be a sniper, pfft! You can't be afraid of your own gun, buddy! But I digress... I didn't know at the time that "Spike" was so afraid of it, and I just came running up after some of the other guys (including Dad) had fired it a few times; "CAN I SHOOT IT?" So I sat right down, aimed and pulled the trigger and got a perfect bull's eye at, I think, 200 yards. I was like "Whoooooooah, can I do it again?" I reloaded and shot it a few more times - about four, all together. The bullets were huge.. the slug alone is about an inch long.

I had a great day there on the range; the other gun dealer, Mark, (whom we got both our AK-47s from) let me shoot a few other rifles he'd brought with him. When we got home later, only then did I find out that not long after I had shot the .50, Dad saw "Spike" getting all perturbed and worked up, when he suddenly blurted out "Well if a girl can do it, I can do it!" He then sat down at the gun, but turned around to John and said, "Dad, I'm scared." John said to him "Spike...take your finger off the trigger, and step away from the weapon."

Heh, you ain't gonna be no sniper, boy. I'm not sure exactly what type of .50 it was, but I did a few Yahoo image searches and it most closely resembles this one, the M99 Barrett:


M99


Since that day, we've bought another AK-47 (we both have one), a 9MM, a .30 caliber sniper rifle (can't remember what it's called - we've not even fired it yet), and a .357 Magnum. I think we're planning to sell that weak little .22...
 


posted by: aesav23 (reply)
post date: 08.04.05 (9:15 am)

"Spike" probably gave himself that nickname. :o)



posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 08.04.05 (10:10 am)

It's like those people nicknamed "Slim" are always chubby. Poor Spike. His Dad must wish he was more like you. You're so fearless with guns. Glad you're on our side. :)



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 08.04.05 (10:11 am)

^^^^^^
Nat



posted by: dustyjumpwings (reply)
post date: 08.05.05 (12:04 am)

Reply to: newbie

How do YOU know I'm on "our side", huh? HUH? MWUAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH HOHOHO-.... just kidding. Heeee!

Hey "newbie", who is this?



posted by: dustyjumpwings (reply)
post date: 08.05.05 (12:17 am)

Reply to: dangerkitty

OHH was "newbie" you? Doh.



posted by: Lee (reply)
post date: 03.27.06 (3:28 am)

Must have really Gotcha

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