- Location
- Montreal, Quebec
I’d guess most of the people in this community count themselves as reasonably tough and confident. I would too, but at the risk of being chased out of town for showing weakness I have to admit something.
The last time I shot handguns was two decades ago. When I pulled the trigger again on a 9mm last month at the range I was shocked and slightly scared. Indoor ranges magnify the sound pressure. The speed, power of the kick and noise surprised and briefly scared me. Of course I wasn’t going to let on I was shaken. Outwardly I kept it together. The next few rounds I was flinching and having trouble keeping some minor shakiness under control. It felt like I was in a fight. Still, you get it under control and move on.
Then, as I started to focus again, a shotgun went off in the next lane and the noise just about filled my shorts. My heart rate was up again. Focus. Control. Composure. Next thing to shock me was the punch back from the first few rounds in a 45 Auto I was testing. As I got myself under control again I felt humbled by the power of firearms.
All of this was a huge surprise. I’m sharing this because I don’t remember feeling this way when I first shot 9mm, .38, .357 Mag or 45 Auto as a young punk. While I’m glad I got the butterflies out and my nerves under control, I never want to forget the power we wield. Feel free to judge my toughness. I just wanted to share, without bravado, what I felt that day. Just in case newcomers feel this and wonder if it will go away. The fear does. Hopefully the respect never will.
The last time I shot handguns was two decades ago. When I pulled the trigger again on a 9mm last month at the range I was shocked and slightly scared. Indoor ranges magnify the sound pressure. The speed, power of the kick and noise surprised and briefly scared me. Of course I wasn’t going to let on I was shaken. Outwardly I kept it together. The next few rounds I was flinching and having trouble keeping some minor shakiness under control. It felt like I was in a fight. Still, you get it under control and move on.
Then, as I started to focus again, a shotgun went off in the next lane and the noise just about filled my shorts. My heart rate was up again. Focus. Control. Composure. Next thing to shock me was the punch back from the first few rounds in a 45 Auto I was testing. As I got myself under control again I felt humbled by the power of firearms.
All of this was a huge surprise. I’m sharing this because I don’t remember feeling this way when I first shot 9mm, .38, .357 Mag or 45 Auto as a young punk. While I’m glad I got the butterflies out and my nerves under control, I never want to forget the power we wield. Feel free to judge my toughness. I just wanted to share, without bravado, what I felt that day. Just in case newcomers feel this and wonder if it will go away. The fear does. Hopefully the respect never will.




















































