I was gifted clay pigeon shooting lessons for my birthday by my friends. I had never fired a gun before, and to be honest, I was never keen on the idea of using them. I always saw them as death machines that had no purpose other than ending the lives of others. I wanted nothing to do with them, and I hoped that no one would use one on me. As I started taking the lessons, I was afraid to even pick up the gun, because I was afraid that I would drop it and it would go off or accidentally hit someone.
The instructor helped me get more comfortable with the gun and realize that as long as I practiced safety and used it properly, the gun wouldn’t accidentally fire, and no one would become injured by it. I learned how to load the gun, aim it, fire it, and even clean it. Taking care of the gun was almost like taking care of a pet to me, except the gun didn’t defecate on my lawn or chew up my shoes. My first shot with the gun was a quite a surprise. The sound and feel were like holding a lighting bolt.
It took a while before I could actually hit anything with the gun. My aim wasn’t that great, and my glasses didn’t help much, but I learned how to adjust, and got to the point where I could hit targets. As I improved, the distance at which I could hit the pigeons increased. I went from hitting things that were close to me, to hitting ones that were farther out that it looked like they were going to hit the ground before I could shoot them. My progress was pretty impressive to my instructor, as he had never seen anyone go from being as afraid as I was to a great shooter.