You talkin' to me?

I finally lived up to the family name. Dad will be thrilled.

Sunday, a friend took me to a firing range somewhere in Manila. I was loaned a .45 Colt, the type you see in the movies. Jesus, it was heavy.

And not just that, it was LOUD.

And another thing, I thought the gun was going to fly off my hand after the shot. The recoil was that strong.

So that's me, looking macho and all, twenty meters or so from the target.

And those are my shots. Well, some of them, though. My friend says my grouping's great, not too scattered and they ALL PRETTY MUCH HIT THE FREAKIN' TARGET.