My wife, without me knowing, was able to plan a get together for me, with my friends. At the local gun range. My dad and I go about every 2 to 3 weeks, so when he called mid week and said 1pm saturday, I didn't think much about it. Sure, my birthday was Thursday, but he sent a card, good enough.
Being it was my 40th, I wanted to do something special. So I had planned to rent a machine gun at the range. Hell, why not.. they have them there, and something I'd never done before. One more for the bucket list, right?
I get to the range, and there is Bolus, Jeff Perrin, and 7 other friends standing thereI hadn't seen some of these guys in a couple years.. having two kids back to back, along with working basically 12 hour days for the last two years has put a serious strain on some friendships. But they were all there, most with guns in hand. Sweet!
We all shot for a while, trading guns now and then, and then my dad walks me down to a shooting station about 3 down from where I am. Oh crap.. an M-15 converted to full auto, in 9mm. 32 round clips, and 250 rounds of ammo. Have at it
I could never pull off more than about a 2 second burst before the gun was trying to find somebody elses target.. aim low and left, touch the trigger, and 6-8 rounds leave the gun. About 2 clips in, I had a piece of brass drop into my shooting glasses, and sit there and burn (braze? brand?) my cheek. Here I am, unfamiliar gun, dancing around trying to get this hot iron off my skin, LOL. I have a nice welt on my face now. War wound I guessThe other magazines went off without a hitch, just a long time between them, it takes a while to load up that many, lol.
I don't talk about my wife much, but.. she rules. I had an atom.. I'm buying a DP2.. she sets up trips to the shooting range (and she HATES guns)... she just keeps putting up with me, year after year.
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