Canadian Man Involved in Detroit ShootingI fired my first gun today. Discharged my first weapon? However you're supposed to say it I can tell you that it was awesome, and not at all what I expected.
I briefly considered making the subheading the title of the post but then thought I'd catch heat for posting click-bait stuff so I went with something a little more onomatopoeic. Given this is a post on the topic of guns I think it's a safe play, but on with the story.
First off, let's get this out of the way. This is not a post on what I, or anyone else, thinks about handguns and the laws and/or rights involved. This is a post about my first experience firing one, and why I decided to go to the range and do it.
It all started with this scene I wrote for what will end up being either Book #2 or Part II of Book #1. It was my first murder. Ex military vet takes his sidearm and blows a hole through someone's head at point blank range. After writing the scene I never really gave it much thought. That was, until I read a recent blog post by Chuck Wending of the topic of writing scenes involving firearms, and how it's important to get the details right.
Step 1 according to Chuck: "If you want to write about guns, go fire one"
Whoops. I had already failed. In my defence I am Canadian and this isn't exactly a haven for handgun owners. Lots of hunting rifles kicking around (though I've never even fired a .22), but pistols? Not so much.
Sure enough, I met some fantastically wonderful people at the wedding (none of them Chuck Norris, though this ex-Viet Nam vet at my table looked a lot like Robert Duval) and a good number of them gave me a lot of information on guns and gun ownership in the state of Michigan. One of them was even kind enough to offer to take me to the range after breakfast the next day (Robert Duval's lookalike's son).
After signing a few sheets of paper and handing over my passport it was decided that due to the nature of the scene I was writing, the character doing the shooting would be using a military issue 1911 pistol. Loreya, a former marine who really knows her firearms gave me a brief history lesson on the weapon, a pair of goggles and ear protection, and sent me on my way with my range escort and his wife (who recorded parts of the session for me). I really wish I had asked who made the specific model I was given (because every gun manufacturer makes a 1911) but it was a .45 calibre and looked a heck of a lot like this (my range buddy thinks it was a Colt too):
The first thing I learned: it was heavy. Much heavier than I expected. I am told that there are many pistol out there that are lighter but my guy would be using this so this is what I fired. It was heavy. The wrist and fingers on my non-dominant hand are also very weak and having broken a slight sweat I found it difficult to pull the slide back when I needed to. This is not a weapon for not-so-strong or untrained or inexperienced person to be packin'.
The second thing I learned: guns are loud. Having never been to a gun range before the only reference I had was a few YouTube videos and television or movies. Even with the earmuffs on you got a real appreciation for how loud these things are. Apparently the specific bullet manufacturing, in addition to its calibre, and the type of weapon being fired all factor in to the sound you hear. I was expecting "pop" but my gun went "bang" or possibly even "pow". Either way, it was loud. Before I started shooting I heard my first live gunshot from two lanes over. I'm not sure what he was firing but from the sound of it I can only assume it was a small hand held cannon. Forget "pop", "bang", or "pow". This damn thing went "BOOM!"
Here's my first ever shot. There's lots of other weapons being fired but you can probably pick out the sound of my shot. You tell me what sound it makes:
Special thanks go out to:
- Chuck Wendig - for his timely blog post
- Alexander and Stephanie - for having me at their wedding and seating me at a great table
- Robert and his wife Victoria - for keeping me company, taking me to the range, teaching me stuff, and recording/photographing
- Loreya - for her service in the marines, the history lesson, and for being just so darned cheerful and helpful getting me set up for my first shoot
- Range Master whose name I did not get (and for that I feel genuine shame) - for his THIRTY YEARS of service on the Detroit Police Force, and for all his tips and tutelage on the range
- Action Impact Firearms & Training Center - for running a top notch establishment with excellent staff and for letting this wide eyed Canadian get his bad ass groove on for half an hour