It was almost a disaster.
Did I mention it was huge. Not quite as big as a refrigerator, but that heavy. So huge that as I was struggling with it, I almost crashed, lost control, and the hand truck almost broke my wrist. It was a real three stooges moment. Good thing Larry and Mo were not there. THAT would have been really bad.
Anyway... The next day I went to the range.
All I took with me was my Glock 21. The wrist seemed tender before I went. I thought it was going to be fine. The first time I pulled the trigger I honestly almost dropped it, it made my eyes water, I gasped out loud. I would have dropped it if I had been shooting one handed. The bullet hit 1 inch to the right of center at 25 feet.
The other 99 rounds were all done left handed. I did good though. An 8 or 10 inch group tops.
The lesson here is, practice off hand shooting. If you get injured at the wrong moment. You may need it!
--Shhhh don't tell my wife.
4 comments:
You happy now? You BROKE it!
It would so suck it I really did break it. Even a week and a half later I would not want to shoot.
Holding a full coffee mug still hurts.
Sounds like you did break something, actually. Rub some dirt on it and quit whining.
I broke a finger once and could not go shooting for like two months.
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