Ok so the landscape wasn’t quite the wild west and I wasn’t wearing a cowboy hat, but I was at least an hours drive from any civilisation, and there were horses to the right of us so it wasn’t to dissimilar.
Still living on the ranch in Canada, Dan had showed us his collection of firearms. Mainly used for practical purposes we decided tonight they’d be used for target practice.
We got some string and tied it between two fence posts. Then hung some empty budweiser beer cans so that they dangled from the taught line.
Next, we got two .22 rifles to use to shoot the cans with. One had a lens attached so that the crosshairs could be used for better aim. Dan informed us that these rifles could shoot a guy dead from a mile away, I pitied the fool that was logging trees on the side of the lake but I’m sure he survived.
I got Dan and Ste to take the first shots so they could show me how to load the ammunition. Next up it was my turn, I felt like Jack Reacher about to sniper attack the three tin cans. CRACK! The one shot launched from the rifle as the sound echoed down the valley.
All the cans stayed perfectly still, not even the gentle breeze stirred them, I felt a sigh of disappointment. I was good at this that one time in Benidorm when the hotel put on target practise to stop us getting bored.
Dan had set up a rest point which we could use to keep the gun steady, this time it was a direct hit and the can spun around violently.
The problem with cans is they are to weak to sustain a .22 bullet passing through them and so were beginning to just shred apart. Instead we got old soup and baked beans tins (very poetic) which were sturdy and swung around the rope wildly when hit.
It was great fun, but as with with any gun you should never ever aim one at anybody, regardless off whether they are cocked and ready to load or not.