I can't get enough of guns in movies. The bigger and more powerful the better, riddling people with lead in slow-mo blood-squib explosions. Blowing people's heads open and generally mucking them about. Tremendous.
... but today I got some of your actual guns in my mitts for the first time ever, and it's a whole different kettle of bullets. The bizarre reality of these babies really sinks home, from the moment you feel one's weight, to the moment you fire and feel the explosion impact on your skeleton.
Of course, I'm not going to deny it was thrilling and indeed exhilarating. But it also left me with a rather sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. These things really shouldn't exist at all, and there's a distinct sense of obscenity about them. But hey, what a fun afternoon!
Of the Colt .45, .44 Magnum and AK-47 I tried today in Austin, the .44 Magnum was the most fun in a "Sweet Jesus, this is one powerful hand-cannon" kind of way. The Colt, however, was the most fun in a "This one doesn't buck like a bloody horse, so I can actually enjoy aiming and attempting to hit the target". The AK-47 was somewhere in between - its severe recoil kept knocking my headphones off, which was disturbing.
We have still yet to die. One of us did, however, incur an injury today at the shooting range, but I'll let that darn fool tell y'all about it himself.