My First Rifle
During the summer of 2006 my dad took me to get my first rifle. We went to Guns Galore in Fenton, MI. The place was fairly small, just one room. But it was full of guns. The walls were covered and there were racks full of rifles all over the open areas. After a while, we decided on a Remington .243 bolt action rifle. This was on the lower end of the range of caliber used to take down deer, but that was good. It had relatively small kickback, and I was young. After we bought it and had a scope mounted, we had to sight it in. This meant going to the shooting range. Sighting in a rifle is when you adjust the cross-hairs in the scope so that they line up with where the bullet goes. The first time you do this with a freshly mounted scope, it can take a while because it will be way off. Once my dad had sighted it in, I got to shoot my rifle for the first time. In fact, it was the first time I had shot any rifle. The amount of kickback surprised me. It hurt, but my dad taught me how to hold it properly and put the but of the stock in the pocket of your shoulder. This made it much better. Shooting was really fun. I was ecstatic that I grouped all of my shots within about two inches of the bulls eye, even though I was only shooting at 25 yards out.