shotguns cause giddiness

Guns seem to make me giddy. I don't know why firing a shotgun makes me feel more like a man, but I am sure I am not the only one. To be fair, I have only fired a gun maybe 25 times in my long life. 15 of those times coming this past weekend skeet shooting at Nellis in 115 degree Vegas. As I was being cooked in the Vegas sauna I got to blow up some clay things. Well, maybe like 3 of the 15 I saw.

There were 6 of us. It was odd that the one who was best at blowing the orange orbs up was the Asian. I think all of the video games his people played has genetically turned him into a stone cold killer. Luckily the shooting was straight on so he did not have to worry about the peripheral vision not that his eye shape effects his ability to drive or look side to side.

The jews, all three of us, were mediocre at best. One of the jews shot well right away, I was mediocre at best and the third, gosh, well even a blind squirrell can find his nuts from time to time. (meaning hit once and have no idea how the hell that happened.) In the end we all were pretty sweaty and whiney.

The mormon had funny underwear and hit only a few, but the one that mattered, the 20-1 shot that made me some money off the bachelor.

The bachelor figured it out by the end and was not as good as the china man, but definitely the only other one who could hit the orb on a relatively regular basis.

Anyhow, the gun made me feel good about myself so maybe I should get four or five of them for home to protect myself from the commies.