Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My Baby

The guys are still all wrapped up in their gun makeovers (notice how I put a feminine spin on that?)so family movie night has not yet started. So I thought I'd share a Lulabelle gun story.

When Hubbs and I first started dating, we had a dinner date at some restaurant or another. I wore a skirt and heels, Hubbs wore slacks and a tie. We decided that before dinner, we would hit our local indoor shooting range. He had never seen me shoot before, though I had told him stories of what a good shot I was.

We showed up at the range, picked up a few targets, and proceeded to the shooting area. (Forgive my terminology-just because I can use a gun doesn't mean I know what half this shit is called)

I chose the paper target that was an outline of a man, with all the vital organs detailed-pancreas, heart, stomach, etc...

I said "Watch-I'll shoot him right in the pancreas"-score!

"Watch this-right in the throat"-score!

I hit at least 80% of the body parts I was aiming at that night. In a skirt. And heels.

Here's a picture of my baby-a .45 caliber Ruger Blackhawk.



P.S. Notice the orientation? It's landscape on my computer, yet shows up portrait. If anyone out there knows how to upload pictures so they show up in the correct orientation, please let me know. I have no idea why they turn when I upload them.

2 comments:

wirecutter said...

I admit freely that I have been outshot by women on more than one occasion.

A Ruger Blackhawk in 45?????
I LUST AFTER ONE OF THOSE!!!!
I want one of those so bad I can taste it. The plans I have for customizing it.....
Wow. I'm truly impressed.

LulaBelle said...

I love that damn gun....there is no feeling so sweet as knowing I could kill an intruder!