This weekend marked a monumental occasion in my adult life: I shot my first big kid gun. I've no shame in admitting that prior to this weekend the only guns I'd ever shot were loaded with water or BB's. However, as of this weekend I'm now a semi-experienced handler of things like 12s, 16s, and perhaps my personal favorite and the reason that high pitch still resides in my left ear: the nine!What's "the nine"? Oh you know. Remember the countless rap lyrics in which the lyricist boasts in his gun which he affectionately calls the nine? "Jay with the gauge and Vanilla with the nine." I'm also sure at least some of you have seen Jack Bauer dominate all that is evil with his various guns, one of which is no doubt a nine.
That rant was really just for me. I'm pretty sure that most humans know so much more about guns than I do, even after my eye-opening weekend of firearms. You see, John Banks was gracious enough to invite all the Luther Boys out to his deer lease for the weekend, where he and other my other kind roommates let me shoot their guns. They were also pretty adamant about my needing to shoot a rabbit, which I'm pretty content letting you know that didn't happen. I roll like the Indians. They wouldn't shoot a rabbit and just leave it there in the trees, and neither will I.
And yes, that is a fire behind me in that picture. Be afraid.
