Fire in the Hole

Yesterday Jake, me and some of my fellow gun enthusiasts left the gritty, concrete and crowded confines of city life and drove way out into the Nevada desert to shoot guns. We fired every weapon in our arsenal, sighted scopes, and re-arranged the terrain of the desert with my 50 caliber sniper rifle.



There was a slight wind however we were in a lowland wash area so it wasn't as bad as our other afternoon option: golf. We made the decision to shoot instead of hit the links about 11am once we figured out that most of our clients had high-tailed it out of town to get a jump on the long Memorial Day weekend. We could have been bored at work talking about shooting or just get off our asses and go do it. We chose the latter option.




It would be impossible for us to bring all of our weapons so we took only the Windrunner 50 caliber sniper rifle, the Colt AR-15 semi-automatic assault rifle, the 45 Colt ACP and the Desert Eagle 44 Magnum along with a plethora of ammo - at least 30 pounds worth. Koner, Mike and Dennis each brought along their weapons so we were armed and completely not dangerous. This is sport shooting folks and we all take safety very seriously.



After driving past the Indian reservation (and wondering why the Indians don't build windmills and sell the power to NV Energy), we left the Interstate 95 for a bumpy dirt road. 10 minutes later we were parked and unloading our gear.





I have never shot guns with Jake or Alec before so this outing had potential for a good teary father-son outing: shooting guns that are illegal in some states but in Nevada, we're more than okay.





I will put this in persective: The Nevada Test Site is about 90 miles north of Las Vegas. It was there that over 900 nuclear bombs were detonated above and below ground for the United States during the cold war heyday. The prospect of some heavily armed middle aged guys shooting guns wasn't such a big deal. In California, Massachusetts and New York we'd be in jail right now - for a long stretch. Nevada? We aren't even a blimp on the radar screen. In fact, we had enough gear and ammo, the A-Team and most South American countries wouldn't stand a chance against us.






After a few hours, several buzzing eardrums (gotta keep the ear plugs in fella's especially when the Windrunner is being launched), we hauled our dusty selves back into the vehicle and sped off for home.

I know Jake enjoyed the outing and I hope to take he and Alec out again soon.

Just living the dream.