For 256 Zloty (that's about £50) in Poland you can fire a gun. Well not just one gun, 4 guns to be precise. A Glock, a Smith & Western, a Shotgun and an AK47 Kalahnikov Rifle.
On a recent trip to Poland with a couple of friends, I found a company on the internet http://www.krakowshooting.com/ and inquired. We signed up and then waited for the plane to land.
At the airport we were picked up by Paul, our driver. A pleasant chap with a taste for Polish rap music and obviously shooting. He put us in his people carrier and off we went.
Now I can't lie to you, I've seen the film hostel. There was a constant thought that this may not end up how we planned. As he drove us deep into the countryside this fear did not subside.
As we turned a corner though we saw a sign for a country club and shooting range. Phew, this looked more official.
At the range, we signed a book and then we were free to shoot.
I'd played Goldeneye throughout my childhood. I had even shot my mate with a water pistol. This however was different. Holding an unloaded gun was fine, but as soon as the ammunition went it, it got real. The adrenaline kicked in I felt my hand shake.
I guess it's the power you suddenly possess. The feeling that you are now in the possession of a tool that could end a life with a simple squeeze of a trigger. On one hand firing those weapons was an amazing feeling, but on the other hand the feeling of that much power scared the sh*t out of me.
I can't say whether I'll ever fire a gun again, and if I do, I hope it's for recreation, but it's another thing ticked off the list.
On a recent trip to Poland with a couple of friends, I found a company on the internet http://www.krakowshooting.com/ and inquired. We signed up and then waited for the plane to land.
At the airport we were picked up by Paul, our driver. A pleasant chap with a taste for Polish rap music and obviously shooting. He put us in his people carrier and off we went.
Now I can't lie to you, I've seen the film hostel. There was a constant thought that this may not end up how we planned. As he drove us deep into the countryside this fear did not subside.
As we turned a corner though we saw a sign for a country club and shooting range. Phew, this looked more official.
At the range, we signed a book and then we were free to shoot.
I'd played Goldeneye throughout my childhood. I had even shot my mate with a water pistol. This however was different. Holding an unloaded gun was fine, but as soon as the ammunition went it, it got real. The adrenaline kicked in I felt my hand shake.
I guess it's the power you suddenly possess. The feeling that you are now in the possession of a tool that could end a life with a simple squeeze of a trigger. On one hand firing those weapons was an amazing feeling, but on the other hand the feeling of that much power scared the sh*t out of me.
I can't say whether I'll ever fire a gun again, and if I do, I hope it's for recreation, but it's another thing ticked off the list.
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