Sunday, March 18, 2012

My Awesome Sunday

Today Jason and I decided to head to the gun range. It's been over a month since we'd last gone shootin' and I was itching to get out some aggression. What better way to spend a Sunday afternoon?

Jason owns a Springfield TRP Operator. This thing is a beauty. It's a .45 and I'm in love with it. So is he.... Thankfully he shares.
God, I love this thing

As usual we bought our standard 2 targets (white sheets of paper with the numbers 1-6 running down the middle), but then we saw these really cool targets and had to get one. They were pictures of zombies! Who loves killing zombies? This chick! Seriously - give me my Dead Rising or Dead Island on my gaming systems and watch me double tap those bitches.

This is the zombie target we bought. I named him Horatio. 

After 200 rounds of ammo (for those of you who are mathmatically challenged like I am, that's 100 rounds a piece), here's what our targets looked like:

Our first target o'the day.

Target deux

Jason's shots are on/around the odd numbers and mine are on/around the even. I'll go right ahead and hoot my damn horn - I am not too shabby with a handgun. Not too shabby at all.

Oh and you wanna know about Horatio? Sad to say, he didn't make it. Here's the after picture of him:

Night night, Horatio.

Isn't that awesome? When the bullets hit the target, the paper turned different colors depending on where you hit Horatio. Jason and I pumped 25 rounds a piece into him. I went first and my first shot was right in the center of his forehead. Umm, yeah, I am a bad ass. I'll go ahead and admit that.

Sigh, what an awesome Sunday.


  1. I don't do so well shooting. Glad you had fun! I've never seen a zombie target before...

    1. This was the first zombie target I've seen. The range I went to had a few different versions too. :)

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    1. It was oodles of fun! I love shooting.

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    1. Thanks! We try to have as much fun as possible.

  4. I don't like guns. But I'm also kind of apocalypse-obsessed, so I realize that I might be shooting myself in the proverbial foot. (Ha! Get it? "shooting myself in the foot", except I don't have a gun. Ha. Funny?) My husband wants to take me to a shooting range. I'll probably try it someday.

  5. When the zombie apocalypse happens, I'm sticking near you. You won't even need to double tap.