Author Topic: My dad's taking me to a shooting range :D  (Read 4408 times)

I haven't shoot anything greater than a pellet gun.
I haven't hear that either.

My dad said he would take me down to the range by the end of summer (when he was drunk), and later said he would take me down sometime in the next 2 years, and he also decided to mention that he would need to get my uncle to bring me because he doesn't have membership to the club.

Only guns I've shot were a really small caliber rifle (.22 maybe?) and some type of shotgun, too long ago to remember it's model or look.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but are they 22. or .22?
I'm pretty sure it's .22

And .45 too.
It is .22; it is a decimal measurement for the diameter of the bullet.
I've shot a 22. rifle
YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.

I still need to go to the range to fire my fathers Desert Eagle.

Fire some hand guns i have an old revolver from 1960 the kick on that almost broke my wrist.

Blot actions feel so satisfying.

Blot action?  ...  Do they shoot ink, or something?  LOL!


only complete pussies/dumbasses brag about shooting .22's.

only complete pussies/dumbasses brag about shooting .22's.
.22's only bring down squirells good for small hunting. Ive used a 12 guage to hunt rabbits.

Blot action?  ...  Do they shoot ink, or something?  LOL!
Please die.
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« Last Edit: September 01, 2010, 10:15:40 PM by Nick4t »


Blot action?  ...  Do they shoot ink, or something?  LOL!
forget.

I've been swapping letters all day from sloppy typing, But usually I notice it before I post.


For $400 I think, and paying for ammunition of .50 BMG, you could shoot a Barrett M82 in their outdoor firing range in some secluded area idk where. I never cared for shooting it and or paying.

But Glocks are fun to shoot. So are Colt 1911's, although the one I was shooting jammed twice in like 3 minutes. AR15's=Fun. I never cared for shotguns though. Im more of a rifle/pistol person.

IVE GON SHOOTING 12 GAUGE 3 TIMES

Seriosuly I have :3

You will get hit in the eye from the knockback, and cry all the way home in the car.