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| The Bday boy holding either his rifle or his gun, I can't remember which is which... |
June 22, 2012
Killeen, Texas
We will be finally leaving Killeen in a
couple hours and I'm feeling almost giddy! Currently Ian is heading
to his shop to make sure his leave papers are together and I'm...
well writing about getting packed up. Anyway its coming and its
going to be great!
Yesterday was my little brothers
birthday so I tried to show him the best time I could in a city with
no soul, one brother with no access to his money, and the other
brother unable to drink (and recently single [I'll go back and delete
Alicia's stupid name from the records and replace it with an
incredibly immature name some day I'm sure]) due to a PT test in the
morning. To me the decision was clear: vacate the city with great
haste, find the closest shooting range, and in true macho style use
the biggest guns we could rent to destroy as many patches of grass
that we could find to celebrate! In true Texas Ranger style enter
Weber's Gun Range. After some quick paperwork, a credit card (still
not mine!), and a half-inquisitive “you know how to use these
right?” we were on our way out to the range with a small arsenal in
the back of our golf cart. For Ian he chose the bulky yet gentle
9mm, for me being the bigger guy out of the group the wildly powerful
(and for some reason more compact) 1911 replica 45cal. Oh yeah, and
lets not forget the Ar15 assault rifle as well...
Now like I previously said, I'm more a
fan of control then gun play, but when offered the chance to target
shoot when in Rome do as the Romans right? With great machoismo and
pizzaz two hours later we sent a total of 280 rounds down range
effectively peppering the dirt with toxic amounts of led. On the
pistol range, we chose to fire so far away from the targets that we
couldn't see whether we made our marks or not, and of course the AR15
had a reflex site sans the
battery so we really couldn't tell where those rounds where going
either but that wasn't really the point.
Each
weapon had its own personal characteristic and how every roller
coaster is different in their own special way, so were each of the
weapons in our own little armory. While more accurate and tamed, the
9mm also had the incredible capability of hold 15 rounds. Because it
did hold so many rounds, and it really didn't jump to much (and we
really weren't going for accuracy!), the possibility of unloading all
15 in rapid succession left the user feeling like they were straight
out of some cheesy action movie. On the other hand, every time I
fired the 45cal I was scared that it would jump up out of my hands,
hit me in the face, then hop in the golf cart and drive away. To say
the least the punch it packed was incredible, and I felt exactly like
I do when riding a motorcycle like mine while giving it full
throttle: point it in the right direction, hope for the best, and try
to hold on!
Last
but certainly not least we came to the ar15 assault rifle with
nervous jitters of joy passing over us in giggly juvenile waves.
After all, where else can you walk into a store and ask to borrow
something previously only seen before in movies!? After taking a
quick lesson from my knowledgeable brother, we loaded up the 20(!!)
round clip and let the crickets have it. Now don't get me wrong.
The 9mm was loud, the 45 unquestionably louder, but every time we let
loose one of the 5.56mm rifle rounds it was like a little piece of
hell was crossing over. Taking lessons from Ian we tried the
kneeling stance, the laying down stance, the sitting stance, and
finally the empty-the-clip-as-soon-as-possible stance. To say the
least in was nuts! And every time we reloaded I could only think
about Jodi's brother key phrase “Send it!”
Sweating
from the intense heat and the adrenaline coursing through our veins,
with sadly gave them ludicrous weapons back and then headed back to
Killeen. We swam in the “luxurious” pool filled with critters
(we didn't have to worry though because the water was so murky we
really couldn't tell what we were swimming in), we had dinner at
Logan's Steak house per Ian's choice were we both got some juicy
steaks and I again for the second year in a row got to embarrass him
by having the waitresses sing to him, and then we made plans to go to
Austin today all the while noting the incredible luxuries of my
current hotel (a door that you didn't even have to prop to keep it
open, outer doors that never locked making entry somewhat hands free
I'm sure for only our upstanding neighbors, a TV that made false
promises to waste our time with a ps3 but unfortunately had no way to
turn it to the AUX channel, and carpet??). Now instead of writing
about getting ready for Austin I should probably focus more on the
execution of the process, but thankfully the next post will come from
a new city, and now that Ian is off work, a new bunch of stories and
hangovers to describe shortly.
On a
side note the blog got an all time high of 54 page views in one day
yesterday and I couldn't be happier with how things are going. So if
you're reading this now you have my sincere thank you at making me
feel appreciated in my efforts. Also, today should mark the day for
the blog's 500th
total page view, how exciting!? So again thank you!!
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