Inside we immediately let them know that we hadn't even looked at a gun before. (Well, I did once, but I barely remember the occasion.) In any case, the helpful girl behind the counter didn't even bat a lash and just gave us the gun "with less recoil." We bought a pack of a 100 bullets, got some protective eyewear for Jackie (I didn't need any thanks to my glasses) and we headed inside.
Thankfully the range was pretty empty, and there was an employee that was nice enough to show us how to safely load the gun and hold it to minimize the recoil. Here's me being badass:
Turns out I'm a good shot:
It was a pretty surreal experience - it was almost like playing a video game. Although the gun felt heavy in my hands and I was aware to always point it forward, when pulling the trigger there was no feeling of the significance of what I was doing. It would be as easy to shoot a person as it is to shoot a piece of paper (movement-wise) and that freaked me the heck out. The fact that this is why there's so much death in the world - because this is so easy. It can even be fun - I delighted upon hitting the target where I wanted to hit it. I don't know. I don't see myself trying to do this ever again, but I'm glad that we tried it.
After we went for a walk to a Korean restaurant down the road. I can't remember the name and frankly have no desire to search for it, because the food wasn't that great. I usually love Asian food in general, but Korean is not one of my preferred types.
I had three kinds of kimchi, some fried dumpling, and beef fried rice (except it wasn't called that.) Meh. Though not a bad night for our last night in Kansas.
