A recent informal shooting locally
Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 10:24 pm
Hi,
...locally, means a thousand miles from you, here in the Lublin region.
A siezable group of students from the local Uni was very anthusiastic about the prospect of shooting "real guns". Eventually, I met at our meeting point, the locall petrol station, some five poor, soggy souls plus their chief ;-). After a cop-of-coffee-wait-and-hope time we set off to my range, some 30 km away.
No particularily emotional shooting for me, I had to watch those poor wet chicken, but I think they thoroughly enjoyed it - for most of them it was the first smell of cordite (sort of ;-), didn't take my No. 4 with me, don't have any cordite stuffed stuff :-(). They got to shoot the AKs and AKMs, the clunky CZ 75s, some had a go at my Mosin, some adventurous and feeling warmer, had a shot at some boxes with a shotgun, nobody wanted to try my Taurus in .357 6" - I wonder...
Gosh, no bloodthirsty commando types, no olypic champions, lots of fun, friendly fire ;-), firendly athmosphere and fried kielbasa. That what they saw, it IS always like that!
Why I write about it? Somehow the moments like this sink into my mind, after weeks and years I remember them, those quiet moments on the range (I just got accustomed to the shots and don't treat tham as noise :-D), interspred with moments of competitive concentration and banter and laughter, sometimes music and dance, believe it or not. It is the dying sort of pastime, shooting. Few seem to be interested, it leaves an empty range for me, but I'm not longer overjoyed at the prospect.
The pictures galery:
http://www.kul.pl/zajecia-na-strzelnicy ... 14031.html
...locally, means a thousand miles from you, here in the Lublin region.
A siezable group of students from the local Uni was very anthusiastic about the prospect of shooting "real guns". Eventually, I met at our meeting point, the locall petrol station, some five poor, soggy souls plus their chief ;-). After a cop-of-coffee-wait-and-hope time we set off to my range, some 30 km away.
No particularily emotional shooting for me, I had to watch those poor wet chicken, but I think they thoroughly enjoyed it - for most of them it was the first smell of cordite (sort of ;-), didn't take my No. 4 with me, don't have any cordite stuffed stuff :-(). They got to shoot the AKs and AKMs, the clunky CZ 75s, some had a go at my Mosin, some adventurous and feeling warmer, had a shot at some boxes with a shotgun, nobody wanted to try my Taurus in .357 6" - I wonder...
Gosh, no bloodthirsty commando types, no olypic champions, lots of fun, friendly fire ;-), firendly athmosphere and fried kielbasa. That what they saw, it IS always like that!
Why I write about it? Somehow the moments like this sink into my mind, after weeks and years I remember them, those quiet moments on the range (I just got accustomed to the shots and don't treat tham as noise :-D), interspred with moments of competitive concentration and banter and laughter, sometimes music and dance, believe it or not. It is the dying sort of pastime, shooting. Few seem to be interested, it leaves an empty range for me, but I'm not longer overjoyed at the prospect.
The pictures galery:
http://www.kul.pl/zajecia-na-strzelnicy ... 14031.html