I had one of the best mornings of my life today when I shot my new Smith and Wesson .50 caliber handgun for the first time. It was great. That beautiful piece of weaponry is absolutely HUGE! I've never shot anything like it.
It was almost like a religous experience -- like when Benny Hinn slams your forehead with the power of Jesus and you're so overcome with emotion that you fall to the floor in a twitching mass of boneless flesh. That's the best way I can describe how I felt.
I bought it two days ago after my neighbor Mike had angered me by taunting me with his bulge, but the damned Klinton waiting period prevented me from getting it until today. I was so excited that I got up at 3 am and stood outside the gun shop for 5 hours. Once I finally got it, I had to shoot it immediatly, so I went out into that vacant lot behind the school and fired off a round right there.
It was great. I was all aquiver as I wrapped my short, thick fingers around its rubber energy absorbing grip. After slowly coaxing it's five chamber cylinder open, I fumbled a bit in loading each powerful, long, round, heavy cartridge into it's own snug receptacle. I was now ready to fire. I raised the pistol as if it was the hand of God's wrath and gently caressed the trigger, applying pressure until, in a glorious round of thunder, my 440 gr. wadcutter bullet burst from the weapon's 15 inch long smooth hardened steel barrel. All of my synapses fired simultaneously. Endorphins coursed through my brain. Up became down. My legs deflated and I fell to the ground. My little soldier pumped my essence involuntarily as I shouted out the Lords name.
I laid there for 15 minutes unable to do anything more than smoke a cigarette. It was by far the best shooting experience I've ever had.
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