At our range we have rental guns.
One of our rentals is a Desert Eagle in .50.
When I started working there last week the Desert Eagle was out getting serviced and so I had not seen it or even seen it rented out. I've also never once shot one.
We got it back in today.
My manger comes to me and asks me if I would want to shoot it.
"OH YES!!" I say.
He says, "Are you sure?"
I give him an evil look. He gives me two rounds, I go on the range and blast them off at absolutely nothing (no target was set up, I was just to shoot it and prove that I wasn't scared of it)... IT WAS GREAT!
I came away with all smiles.
Everyone had a good laugh. He put the Eagle on the counter for me to clean when I got a chance as I was on range duty and cleaning the rentals while overseeing the range.
A couple hours later three young men who have trouble written all over them come into the range and rent a lane.
At seven yards with a rifle-sized target, out of seven rounds, if they were lucky, they were hitting the paper three times with a Kahr 9mm. What's worse is that they really thought they were doing well if the a round even found its way within six inches of center mass.
They were jumping, flinching, shaking, waving the gun around.
Myself and one of our instructors (who was doing a class at the time) had to warn them several times to the point that one more infraction or safety concern would get them thrown off the range.
After getting done they came out of the range just about the time our instructor was finishing up his class and one of the kids sees the Eagle sitting on the counter.
"DAMN, is that a Desert Eagle?" he asks.
The instructor says, "Why yes it is."
The kid says, "Who was shooting that thing today?"
The instructor points to me and says, "She was."
All three of the kids looked from the instructor to me as though he had just told them that I was Angelina Jolie incarnate.
The kid who seemed to be doing most of the talking of the three said, "NO. NO WAY! Look at her.. she's tiny. No fricken WAY she could handle that." (As though I'm not standing there listening to this conversation.)
The instructor said, "She did fine."
Kid says, "I won't believe it unless I see it. Come on. Go out there and shoot it. I want to see you get your ass kicked by that thing."
I just shrugged. I could care less what he thought of me. I also thought our instructor would never encourage such behavior so I was completely blown away when he reached behind the counter, pulled out a .50 AE round out of the box, handed it to me and said, "Show him."
The kids had left their rifle target up in their lane when they left and I asked if they'd mind my using it.
They said no.
I grabbed my ear protection, the Eagle and the round, entered the range and moved their target down to about 15-17 yards (anything closer would be cheating) chambered the round, took my stance and my grip and sent one heck of a round down range and hit dead center of the target, exactly where I was aiming.
I brought in the target, cleared the gun, exited the range and handed the target to the kid.
All three of them looked like someone had just hit them upside the head.
The instructor was laughing his fool head off.
Finally the kid goes, "DAMN, the Bi--h can shoot!"
I think all three of them went away a little humbled today.
I think it's almost fun to be judged by my size (and sex) because it makes it that much more enjoyable when I get to prove my size (or my sex) doesn't matter when it comes to caliber (though personally I think the .50 AE is one of the most impractical rounds in existence. Other than showing off it's not really useful for much). Not to mention the fact that any experienced gunman would know that as long as you have the basics down of stance, grip, sight alignment and trigger control and your not afraid of what you are about to do, it doesn't matter what you are shooting you are going to hit your target. Only the novice is impressed by an insanely large caliber being fired correctly, everyone who knows better just nods approvingly.