"Gun Control Means Using Both Hands In My Land"

This past weekend a group of friends and I decided to get in touch with the hillbilliness in side of us and shoot some guns. The day started off easy and we each emptied a clip from a 9mm Beretta into your standard issue paper target. I insisted on shooting this gun due to its iconic look. Every time I see this gun memories of a Sylvester Stallone or govenator flick pops into my mind. It felt easy to control and its recoil was easily manageable.

Next, we shot a hip hop staple: the 44 magnum Desert Eagle. This felt like a handgun on steroids, the weight of gun was immense, and the very size of the handle which barely allowed me to wrap my hands around it made me feel like less than a man... Till I shot the motherfucker! I couldn't help but close my eyes every time I squeezed that trigger, the sheer power of that gun surged through my entire body and it was purely instinct to close my eyes the moment before I pulled the trigger. But none the less, possession of that much power in a single hand caused me to walk around the place like I had the biggest cock in the joint.

Following that I took a comparative trip down American war history and shot a Vietnam era AR-15 and modern era AR-15 (most commonly referred to as the m16). Going from the Vietnam era to modern era of the same gun made me appreciate the advances made in modern warfare. It was no wonder we lost the Vietnam war, that era gun was a piece of shit. The gun site was archaic, difficult to align, and impossible to see, and this was in a gun range mind you! If I was in an actual combat setting I would of said fuck it with aiming and just point my gun in the general vicinity of the enemy and hope for the best.

Following that we took a shot at every video game 1st person shoot'em up playing geeks dream, a 50 caliber sniper rifle. This thing felt like a tiny canon to shoot. While even more powerful than the Desert Eagle, the 50 caliber sniper rifle garnished a type of prestige and eloquent to its power. While immensely power, it was extremely controlled and deliberate. I would compare the sniper rifle to a British rugby player, a total brute of a man with a voice of a polite butler.

And for our finale we did some skeet shooting and just as I had suspected, skeeting is fun both inside and outside the bedroom. As a warm up I started out shooting one clay at a time, this exercise was easy and a definite confidence booster. Aiming was not a problem, a mere point in a specific direction garnered high probabilities of a hit. It wasn't till the man controlling the clay catapulting device started throwing two at a time did things get challenging. Now this game started to feel like a sport, no longer were you able to settle your self and wait to pull the trigger. I found my self rushing to get my barrel pointed at the right most flung clay and pulling the trigger so as I still had time to point and shoot at the left most flung clay. I would say out of 10 attempts, I was only able to hit both clays once. This shooting exercise was by far the most fun. It made shooting at paper targets feel boring and static.


All in all it was a fun experience and it has made me learn to appreciate my right to bear arms. It has also made me realize that all the gun laws and regulations out there will not reduce the amount of violent crimes or gun related crimes occurring in this country. Previous attempts at gun regulation are meant to control guns in the hands of responsible citizens. Problem with this course of action lies in the fact that responsible citizens aren't the ones committing gun related crimes. I'm all for gun control but something is falling short when people who shouldn't have guns are still getting them.