Day 2368 Mine was on the left.

6th February 2024

Today was our firearm training session at The Chick-Owa shooting range just outside of Holland. We loaded up our equipment and headed out.

First we met James our trainer, he took us through all the safety procedures and some simple maintenance steps. He was definitely well into it, he had a pistol in his belt, three in his bag and a couple in his truck, not to mention the armoury he had at home, definitely not someone to piss off.

Once the indoor stuff was done we moved down to the range. This is where the rubber hit the road. Two targets were stapled to a couple of plywood panels that didn’t have much plywood left. Then there was more training, the stance, how to hold the weapon, and then came the loud bit.

Kelli was the first to try, I wasn’t prepared for the noise, even though I had my ear defenders on, the crack was loud. Under instruction she fired off more rounds grouping them well around the centre of the target.

Then it was my turn, my hand were much larger than even the trainer’s so it was a challenge to hold it property. Once that was sorted, I fired my first shot, it went close to the centre, bloody amazing. Our session lasted three hours and between us we fired sixty shots, removing even more plywood, but although my grouping was slightly better, we were both pleased with our first attempt.