while i was in utah, one of my oldest friends, D, invited me to
(in his words) "blow sh*t up in the desert."
we started our adventure at this place called Cabela's which completely horrified me (not a fan of taxidermy) and thrilled me... i was dying to dress head to toe in camouflage and jump out and scare unsuspecting customers.
i've never felt more like a city mouse.
D even packs heat on his leg.
naturally, i had to wear a coon skin hat for the event.
i swear it looked like i was on set for 24...soooo many guns...
d mixed his own explosives and we packed a tv full then shot it to explosions.
(see, i shoot electronics- not animals)
i shot this .50 caliber Barrett which i'm told is used to shoot helicopters out of the sky....
it HURT. LIKE. HELL... seriously.
i was surprised that i was straight up "annie oakley" with my shot accuracy. look out!
i also shot an M16 and that gangsta hand gun.... it was both the scariest and strangest feeling...
not necessarily for me, but i had such a good time and hey, it's a life experience, right?
and like you do, i hurt my shoulder so much that i ended up in chiro...
small price to pay for living, right?