I hate guns. I never saw a necessity to own one, or understood such need. I shot a gas gun (or whatever it is called) once or twice. It had its rush but I never got the point of it. Guns scare me. Quite recently, thought, I got thinking that I would like to blow off some steam in a shooting range. Not that I’m really up for that. I once tried archery and it had its fun. Besides the fact that I was extremely hungover, it was freakishly hot and the bugs were eating me like mad, that archery trail was brilliant and to my surprise I ended up scoring a decent amount of points. Shooting a gun seems to be a totally different experience. While the gun range is a somewhat claustrophobic and unsettling place, the thrill of bullets flying at incredible speed from the palm of your hand should be breathtaking. I have no clue if I ever actually decide to do it, but I put it out there as a maybe.