What's your plan for learning to shoot, ita?

My plan is to go with the cops and listen very carefully.

It's a raw plan, but I think it has promise.

Shooting is fun. Being here in the wide-open West, no one quibbles if you go out into the hinterlands and plink at cans. They object to bottles, because of the broken glass thing, but the favorite spots are pretty well carpeted with spent casings.

We have freaked out people because of our tendency to use stuffed Barneys as targets, though.

Hubby wants to buy me a gun, and my Eastern Liberal soul only said, "I want a gun like Scully has! She's a tiny person, so her gun would fit me."

My favorite Scully moment is when she's talking to Bambi. "This is no place for an entomologist!" she says, as she rams a clip into her semiautomatic.

I want to learn to shoot. I think it's an interesting skill to have, and possibly useful.

I would even consider owning a gun, since I have no small children.

Wow, lookit! I'm not the only lefty who wants a gun!

Nope. I'm a farmed-raised liberal who loves animals, yet thinks Bambi makes some mighty fine stew, once he's been shot by my daddy.

I thought it.

...and Hec and I share a brain once again. You must have most of it, because I'm in "Fire bad; tree pretty" mode right now.

The range he was talking about (this guy is the sort of guy you look at and think "Cop?" before he even opens his mouth or moves. And not in a Village People or insulting way) has the swing up targets. This had better work out. Sounds fun!

I need a new comic book store. This one was always dodgy, but the offer of a film role really puts them into the "never mind" category.

Nope. I'm a farmed-raised liberal who loves animals, yet thinks Bambi makes some mighty fine stew, once he's been shot by my daddy.

Yup. Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak. Yummy.

And my newfound gun nuttery is taking the very specific form of wanting reproduction Napoleonic-era weaponry, starting with a Baker rifle. And per DH, I only get to keep bayonets and swords in the house--guns have to be stored elsewhere. Oh well. I've given up on the "I grew up with a gun in the house and never did anything stupid" argument convincing him, and at least we have a workable compromise.

My favorite Scully moment

"First Person Shooter," when she has to go into the game to save poor Mulder's ass, and the Lone Gunmen are squeeing in joy at how cool their girl is.

I'm a good shot. It's mildly disturbing how much this pleases me, but then I get over it by seeing the looks on the local Bubbas' faces.