The revolver was a bit foreign to her, but she handled the gun well. She examined it, careful to not point it at anything that might die if the gun went off, and found the chamber release. She checked the ammo and then snapped the chamber back into place. She took off the safety, and then aimed. Her elbows were bent, her hands cupped the gun comfortably. She sighted along the barrel, both eyes open, and squeezed the trigger on an exhale.
The gun had a bit of a kick. Nothing like her hunting rifles, and her bent arms absorbed the recoil. The target in the distance had itself a new little hole in the left side of its throat. Not a perfect shot head or heart shot, but it was her first time shooting it.
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Date: 2012-08-15 10:59 am (UTC)The gun had a bit of a kick. Nothing like her hunting rifles, and her bent arms absorbed the recoil. The target in the distance had itself a new little hole in the left side of its throat. Not a perfect shot head or heart shot, but it was her first time shooting it.