Bullets, Bitches and Brownies. (AKA No. 7 from the list)

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Well I did one off my list. I went to the range with my friend Edna, the gun-tooting perv, and I totally enjoyed it. GTP has a whole array of guns: three 22's and one 22 rifle; and .375 and a .44. She also makes cookies and brownies so one of the guys named their shooting club, "Bullets, Bitches and Brownies".

It was wild. I was shooting the 22 automatic and bullets were flying. A few came back at me but that made it all the more exciting. I will definitely go again. I kept picturing myself with a gun with a silver plated pearl handle. GTP said I did good. I hit my paper but I did not get the bull's eye. I moved up to the .357 and it was powerful in fact getting into the small booths you could feel the energy or kick back of everyone else's guns. It was intense. When I fired the .44 it felt like my arm was jello and I really didn't have control of it. While we were there a group of security guards came in to qualify to renew their license. It got so loud and crazy but a lot of them were really good shots. I was really impressed.

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