He'd tell me how his buddy Scott just bought a new rifle instead of purchasing a new pair of pants to wear to work. He'd rather wear his 80's swim trunks to work than keep dreaming about a gun he didn't have. Pathetic I thought.
He'd tell me how instead of taking clients golfing or to lunch, his boss would take them to the shooting range. Yeah, they'll give you a lot of business after they're dead from taking a stray bullet in the gut, I thought.
He'd tell me how having a gun would be kind of like having extra food storage since he could go out and shoot something to eat when the world comes to an end. I'd rather eat a diet of oatmeal and instant potatoes (even though I hate instant potatoes) I thought.
And as much as I tried to persuade my dear Dan that guns are evil he still wanted one. And wanted one. And wanted one.
Then came the day that his boss gave him a Cabela's gift card loaded up with enough cash to purchase a couple of guns. I was happy when he first chose to spend it on some pants for work. And a cool flashlight. I tried hard to steer him towards a camp stove. But he went for a rifle instead.
It took me a long time to come to terms with it.
But then I shot it. Out of the 28 bullets I shot, all 28 of them hit the target. Not bad for a chick who'd never held a gun before. Not bad at all.