A finger trembles, heartbeats crash like massive surf breaks making landfall, a sheen glistens across skin and Serotonin seeps into the blood stream causing breathing to become rapid and muscles to dance involuntarily. Pupils expand as they focus and the metal of the scope cools overheating skin. Suddenly, a clarity of vision occurs as the target erupts from the darkness. The surrounds seem to dissolve as all attention is directed towards the target; the finger caresses the trigger and as it eases back a concussion of sound swarms and a thump rotates the shoulder, whilst spent shells somersault and fall among the prickly pear.
Firing a gun, even holding a gun is so foreign to us that it causes a flight or fight reaction to occur. Our body tells us that this is not right, whilst the mind tells us that we can handle this and in fact once that gun gets into your hands fully loaded it becomes intoxicating. The sexiness of the 14 gauge 410 rifle with its carved stock makes it look like a piece of art rather than a potential killing machine, the muscle punching 22 250 rifle that screams when fired and sucks the air from the lungs is a brute of a gun, the 30:30 slams into your shoulder like one of Mick Fanning's Great White Pointer punches, the 12 gauge shotgun spews forth pellets of pain and the baby glock pistol slips nicely into a two handed grip, all provide us with an unique experience that is so alien to us in Australia, but the norm in Texas. Would we do it again? Brad certainly would, Lea on the other hand, probably not!
