In the spring of 2012, my older brother Michael took me to the firing range at the state forest conservation area to fire off his two guns. The Russian Moisant-Nagant from the 30s and a semi-automatic Yugoslavian SKS that he purchased from a coworker.
The Moisant's recoil, due to its larger caliber, proved to be killer on my brother's shoulder, but luckly I was wearing a jacket so the padding was thick enough to decrease the flow of energy going into my body.
The SKS was a little gentler for it used a smaller bullet.
I had alot of fun shooting with my brother despite the dangers the guns posed. I wasnt really allowed to reload them for my brother feared the worst of something to happen. Guns have always fascinated me, despite my idealogies, and appeared cool, even though they're dangerous. I purchased three guns from my neighbor last year before he and his wife moved to Georgia.
The Moisant's recoil, due to its larger caliber, proved to be killer on my brother's shoulder, but luckly I was wearing a jacket so the padding was thick enough to decrease the flow of energy going into my body.
The SKS was a little gentler for it used a smaller bullet.
I had alot of fun shooting with my brother despite the dangers the guns posed. I wasnt really allowed to reload them for my brother feared the worst of something to happen. Guns have always fascinated me, despite my idealogies, and appeared cool, even though they're dangerous. I purchased three guns from my neighbor last year before he and his wife moved to Georgia.
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