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I'm sorry that it's taken so long to upload a new chapter. I took on a couple of other projects that interfered with my writing time. With that said, here is Chapter 37 of "Michael and Amanda".
In this chapter, Mr. Ingwe makes good on his promise to take Michael and Amanda to the gun range so Michael can test fire Mr. Ingwe's pistol. Since Amanda had never fired a firearm before, Michael gives her a few instructions on proper firearms usage. Unfortunately for Amanda, she forgets a very important instruction and almost causes a tragedy. Michael averts the tragedy and reiterates the most important of his instructions.
After leaving the gun range, Michael takes Amanda back home where Amanda finds a card he's sent to her.
Brina the opossum appears thanks to the courtesy of ThaPig (https://inkbunny.net/ThaPig) because he helped me with a semi-contest to assist me in giving different names to "modern" names for cities, states, countries, etc.
In this chapter, Mr. Ingwe makes good on his promise to take Michael and Amanda to the gun range so Michael can test fire Mr. Ingwe's pistol. Since Amanda had never fired a firearm before, Michael gives her a few instructions on proper firearms usage. Unfortunately for Amanda, she forgets a very important instruction and almost causes a tragedy. Michael averts the tragedy and reiterates the most important of his instructions.
After leaving the gun range, Michael takes Amanda back home where Amanda finds a card he's sent to her.
Brina the opossum appears thanks to the courtesy of ThaPig (https://inkbunny.net/ThaPig) because he helped me with a semi-contest to assist me in giving different names to "modern" names for cities, states, countries, etc.
Category Story / Miscellaneous
Species Fox (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 34.9 kB
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To be honest, that situation actually happened to me. When we were young, a friend and I had been giving my sister a hard time about something (I can't remember what it was.). My friend and I were in my bedroom listening to music when my sister knocked on my door. I opened the door and was looking down the barrel of a .25 caliber pistol. Before I could even think, I'd grabbed her arm, taken the pistol, and dropped the clip. She said it wasn't loaded. I didn't care. There could have been one bullet in the chamber that she didn't know about.
Also happened to me.
I was FAR more upset/mad at myself, for not paying closer attention and being more prepared to stop it before it happened. I've introduced/trained I-don't-know how many people (Mostly friends/acquaintances of), over the decades, but this time (And it only takes ONE), I wasn't as attentive as I should have been, esp. with a new shooter who was NOT yet familiar with that semi-auto pistol.
Same reaction, once I realized what had happened (It was pointed right at my stomach, not forehead, but still). *SLAPPED* it out of the way, said a quick Prayer of 'Thanks!' for it not going bad, and then we both had a good long talk/sit-down about Firearm Safety: 101, again.
whew...
Ya floored me with that one. No giggles/lol's this time! (I still gots goosebumples!)
:-/
I was FAR more upset/mad at myself, for not paying closer attention and being more prepared to stop it before it happened. I've introduced/trained I-don't-know how many people (Mostly friends/acquaintances of), over the decades, but this time (And it only takes ONE), I wasn't as attentive as I should have been, esp. with a new shooter who was NOT yet familiar with that semi-auto pistol.
Same reaction, once I realized what had happened (It was pointed right at my stomach, not forehead, but still). *SLAPPED* it out of the way, said a quick Prayer of 'Thanks!' for it not going bad, and then we both had a good long talk/sit-down about Firearm Safety: 101, again.
whew...
Ya floored me with that one. No giggles/lol's this time! (I still gots goosebumples!)
:-/
Well, the incident I was referring to was when a friend and I were in my house and we were harassing my sister. She found a pistol that my father had. She knocked on my door and when I opened it, she pointed it at me. I didn't think; I reacted and grabbed the pistol. I pulled back the slide and, fortunately, the pistol didn't have any bullets in it. I don't know if she learned a lesson but she never pointed a pistol at me again. Ever since then, I've had a fear of having a pointed at me.
That would've totally freaked me the hell out: opening my door to stare into the business end of a barrel? Holy crap!!!
O.o!
Other than that 'One time,' I've never had a 'Friendly' point/use a loaded firearm directly at me.
I have had many 'Non-Friends' do it, and no, it's never 'Fun.'
O.o!
Other than that 'One time,' I've never had a 'Friendly' point/use a loaded firearm directly at me.
I have had many 'Non-Friends' do it, and no, it's never 'Fun.'
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