Went out shooting again today. I'm still in the process of getting my pistol permit but everything's in motion now so it should only take about 8 weeks. In the meantime, it just means that if I want to shoot I have to shoot with a buddy of mine who does have a permit and has the guns. So today I went and fired a rifle for the first time. Of course my friend had me fire a 7mm Magnum Load cartridge which is REALLY friggen powerful so the kickback from the discharge was NUTS. My right shoulder is KILLING me right now from the butt-end of the rifle firing back into me. I will seriously need to build up the tissue there so that the recoil doesn't hurt as much.
After firing the rifle today, I think I realized why I enjoy it so much. Firing a gun evokes a sense of power and control when you fire it, and it is a wonderful display of chemistry and physics. When you pull the trigger, you initiate the decomposition of the lead styphnate primer which then causes the gunpowder to rapidly decompose inside the shell casing. This creates an ENORMOUS amount of pressure which propels the bullet forward while forcing it to spin (rifiling) it at the same time. It's shocking to realize that a bullet, if not stopped by something, could travel for miles after being fired. At the end of my session today, the odor of spent gunpowder is infused in my clothing and skin. I love that smell of sulfur oxides, nitrates, and burned powder.
Anyway, my buddy took a photo of me with his cell phone right as I was about to fire.