We went straight to their shooting range. Each of us shot a Colt-45 handgun at a target of cardboard with the outline of a person drawn on it. I was shaking when the man loaded the gun and placed it in my hand. I was so freaked out by the blast, that once was enough for me. But I was a one-shot wonder. I actually hit the target nearly dead-center.
Our shooting instructor told us they moved up to the 45 handguns because the 22s didn’t kill the terrorists fast enough.
Then two people in our group shot M-16s. It was unreal to not only be that close to those huge guns, but to hear them shot.
I could see a trip to Boomershoot 2007 being quite educational for her.