Dudi's Got A Gun

Just kidding, I don't have a gun... yet. Yesterday, my dad and I had a little outing, and he took me to a shooting range called Pakchong Paragon Gun. I had a lesson on how to handle and fire a pistol. The world we live in is not a safe place. It is best to be prepared for the worst. It turns out I have a really good aim.

Apart from a few screw-ups, I managed to stay in the black area. I even managed to hit the hardest target at the range, on purpose. My only problem is that I take a long time to actually shoot; "the rabbit has already run away" (quote from my father). My instructors were so impressed at how good my aim was that they asked if I had been to a shooting range before. The last time I went to one was probably at age seven, but I don’t remember it that well.

As a prize, after I finished my bullets, they let me try shooting with a rifle. I didn’t realise how much easier a rifle was, thanks to the red dot. Here's a picture of me.

Rifle

Pistol

One time I shot the bullet but forgot to put the sound mufflers on. The ringing in my ears was awful, but then again, in real life situations, no one is going to pull some mufflers out of their arse just to shoot. I had so much fun that day. It was a bit expensive, but that was the cost of the teacher too. I must say I am proud of myself and I can't stop smiling when I look at my target. Next outing... a gun shop! dun dunn dunn!!!