ON THE BEAT: Reporter tries his luck at firing a machine gun
I hadn’t fired a gun in something like 20 years, but I figured for the story I was writing on machine gun ranges, I should at least try it.
I chose the range closest to the office, Discount Firearms, at 3084 S. Highland Drive. I picked a Thompson submachine gun (a Tommy gun), partially because I thought it would look good in the photos and partially for the whole retro thing. If it was good enough for the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, I figured it was good enough for me.
As it turned out, they put the straight magazine on rather than the drum, so it looked much more like a WWII movie than a gangster flick.
With my safety goggles and ear protection on, we went out into the hermetically sealed shooting range, and I listened as best as I could to the muffled instructions.
I was told to fire single shots at first and was gleefully surprised to discover I could hit the target — albeit a target that was only 60 feet away. I was also happy to discover that it didn’t hurt. I was braced for a kick that would drive my shoulder bones through my back, but it wasn’t bad at all.
Having proven I wasn’t going to shoot myself or the targets in the other lanes, my instructor had me flip the switch to full auto, but still recommended I only shoot three round bursts. This turned out to be a wise decision.
My first shot was dead center on the target, my second five inches above that and my third eight inches above that. I figure that by the sixth shot, I’d have been spraying bullets across the ceiling, and I’d already signed a form saying I’d pay $25 for each hole I put in the ceiling.
All in all it was fun, exciting and not exactly my cup of tea. I completely understand why people want to do it and why these places are busy all the time, but for around a buck a bullet, the fun per minute ratio didn’t appeal to me. I might do it again sometime, but it’s the sort of thing I’d save for special occasions, like
birthdays, bar mitzvahs or St. Valentine’s day.
