Kevin got the boys involved in some local gun safety classes. They completed a youth safety course, a gun cleaning course, and a range safety course. Because the more you know about guns and safety, the safer you can be, right?
They have this cute little website about Eddie Eagle that teaches elementary aged kids what to do if they come across a gun unexpectedly. We've watched the video a few more times at home, because Lex really likes it. I like it because the message is simple, no matter how you feel about guns. If a kid finds one, they should leave it alone and tell a grown up.
Stop. Don't touch. Run away and tell a grown up.
Honestly, that lesson applies to all sorts of dangerous things.
Anyways, after completing all these safety courses, we took the boys to the Amarillo Shooting Complex on Saturday afternoon so that they could see what all the stuff they had been learning was really about.
Lex said it wasn't anything at all like what he thought it was going to be.
Because Lex is only 7, he was allowed to be present on the range, but he had to stay behind the fire line and couldn't handle any guns. He has to wait until he is 8 for that.
Because Connor is only 9, he is only allowed to fire a .22 caliber, under the direct supervision of his parents.
His target was 7 yards away.
Connor did a good job loading his gun and shooting it. He was shooting a Heritage Rough Rider, which is basically an old fashioned six shooter. Nothing automatic. Like a cowboy.
He fired off approximately 100 rounds and hit four solid bullseyes.
I took a video of his first shot ever:
He had seen many videos of people shooting much larger guns, so he had been expecting a much larger recoil the first time he fired that gun. But it's pretty small. Lex spent some time examining the different sizes of the spent shells that fell all over the ground, and now he is a caliber expert. The .22 shells were tiny compared to the rest.