Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Hard to believe

The Pistolero points out some of the idiocy in this article. Blogonomicon lays out some reasoning to believe the article is not based on fact. I agree.
A weekend in Las Vegas! The lights, the casinos, the shows, the glitz, the noise, the - guns?
Yes, Vegas has some good ranges to rent interesting guns.
"This here's the easiest to start with. It's got less kick so it's easier to control."
Well, right here's a good reason to start getting suspicious. While it's entirely possible this is a direct quote, "this here" is intended to make us feel like the gun guy is a hick, I think. Any time you see an unnecessary quotation with improper grammar, you have to wonder whether it is actually a quote.
Into my hand he plops a Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum revolver. It's only the second time in my life I've actually touched a gun (the first being during a Boy Scout trip). My hand droops under the surprising weight of the pistol. He chuckles. What am I doing here?
A chunk of metal that size is going to weigh that much. If it surprises you, you really need to figure things out.
It's Saturday afternoon, and having lost too much money all too quickly at the poker tables, my buddy and I are seeking refuge from the dry Nevada heat at a gun club a few miles off the Strip. We can't remember whose idea it was, but neither of us thought we'd actually go through with it.
Why wouldn't you? It's a much less wasteful way to spend your time and money. And, frankly, it's a hell of a lot more fun than gambling. But, since I'm guessing you started to walk in and got scared, it would be quite a feat to actually get you into a range. Your buddy, of course, disappears for the rest of your little story. Funny you don't mention him ever again.
"That's a great little gun there," the other salesguy chimes in. "I'm giving one to my niece for her 21st birthday. She's a fine shot." I'm not sure whether he's boasting or poking fun at me - probably both. Apparently, I'm holding a girl's gun.
A girl's gun is nothing to worry about, especially if you're new to the sport (since a "girl's gun" generally means it's more controllable). And, frankly, any gun can be a girl's gun. Don't you think you're being a bit sexist here?
"Guns are great to have around," he continues. "Just like seat belts and fire extinguishers - you don't know when you're going to need one, but when there's an intruder in my house I'll be glad to have it." I look around and watch a dozen or so gun-toting, plaid-wearing bearded guys nod in agreement.
The person quoted is right, and I highly doubt that there were a dozen people in there wearing plaid and a beard. This is another one of those details that really makes you wonder about the story. Plaid is not a comfortable choice in Nevada heat, and I think I've seen more cleanshaven folks shooting than bearded guys. This is yet another way to make gun owners seem like hicks.
I decide now's not the time to mention that children can't accidentally kill themselves by playing with seat belts and a fire can't steal your fire extinguisher and use it against you.
Children can strangle themselves with seat belts or take them off when they shouldn't. And they certainly don't automatically play with guns, especially if you teach them to respect firearms. Fires can cut you off from your fire extinguisher, and few criminals disarm gun owners. Practice a little retention and you should never have a problem like that.
Having completed my eight-second firearm tutorial, I don my safety goggles and large red earmuffs and head for the shooting range.
Eight seconds, huh? Well, the rules of the range are pretty simple, but even they take at least ten seconds to explain to a newbie. If you have no idea how to load or aim your firearm, I can't imagine they would decide not to explain how to operate it. Sounds like another one of those details meant to make it sound like gun owners have a blatant disregard for your safety, though the mention of eye and ear protection indicates their view of safety.
Carefully cradling my pistol and a box of 50 .38 Specials to my chest, I ease my way down to lane number six. Every few seconds I violently twitch as another gun is fired; even with ear protection the noise is deafening. I'll be glad to get out of here without soiling my undergarments.
Either the large red earmuffs aren't working or this is a fiction. I have fired a lot of different rounds, and none of them are deafening with proper hearing protection. Also, the every few seconds part of this is hard to believe. If there were at least a dozen guys around when the guy you rented a gun from was speaking, I would guess there would be at least a few people in the range. You should hear AT LEAST one shot per second, I would think, if there are a few people there. I won't even comment on the violent twitching or soiled undergarments. Somebody has an irrational fear of inanimate objects, I think, and should go see a shrink.
I take my target - a large off-white sheet featuring a potential intruder's head and torso - and clip it to the metal pole above me. A flick of a switch sends it flying backward into space. I load my pistol and take aim, briefly wondering how much it hurts to accidentally shoot oneself in the foot.
Yeah, that's a fairly standard sort of target. As for shooting yourself in the foot, there's an easy way to avoid that: don't shoot yourself in the foot. The gun won't do it without you.
I squeeze off shot after shot, jumping at the sound of each one.
Again, you find yourself shaking in fear. You do a lot better if each shot doesn't scare you. And there's no reason .38 special should be that terrifying.
Some people feel powerful with a pistol in their hand; I feel terror.
Ah, you hope to influence people by claiming the gun is a power trip. As I've said before, a gun is an admission of weakness. It means you realize you need a tool with which to defend yourself. It means you aren't invincible.
I reload rapidly, hoping I run out of rounds before I run out of luck and end up with nine fingers.
Luck should have nothing to do with it. Most people can figure out where the bullet exits the gun. If your fingers remain where they belong, they don't get shot off.
It's not until I leave that I relax enough to take a look at my target.
Well, you would do a lot better if you would see where you've hit. That's the only way to adjust your technique and remedy any problems.
Though I aimed at my intruder's heart on every shot, most sailed wide, past his right shoulder.
If you did actually go shooting, this sounds like the only true part of the story. If you're jumping at each shot, they won't go where you want them to.
When I find an intruder in my house, I'll just throw a fire extinguisher at him.
And he'll beat you with it. If you're going to use a fire extinguisher for self defense, throwing it isn't the best method. I would recommend using tools properly, though.

This story just doesn't seem believable. It's disgusting to read the crap the antis try to feed everyone.

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