Riding Shotgun with the Texas Rangers
Sep. 19th, 2007 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wildcatIt's Wednesday!! Yay for being halfway through! ^_^ And I bought a bag of Claey's root beer barrels at Sportsman's Warehouse last night, which are now housed in my desk drawer. Heaven ^_^ (I may have to get the cherry flavored ones next time though... I can't pick!)
Today I have my shooting test for my hunter's safety class, which I'm not terribly worried about. All I have to do is get 15 out of 30 inside the dotted line on a paper-target-rabbit from 50 feet away. As long as I know which target is mine, it shouldn't be too difficult (I'm going to write my name on my target with a big red Sharpie so the cocky little twelve-year-old kid to the right of me knows that's my target and not his). The last time I went target shooting, I pretty much blasted the crap out of that paper woodchuck. And when I've passed the class, I will be presented with my very own, brand-new small game license. Beware little woodland critters - Beware.
But before that can happen, I also have to pass my written test on Thursday, which I am a little nervous about. Where they will allow you to take the shooting test until you pass, you have to get the written test in the first round or you don't pass and you have to take the class ALL OVER AGAIN! (a passing score is 38 out of 50 questions correct) Though, most of the questions I think are basic common sense gun safety things like treating every gun like it's loaded, the basic parts of a rifle (stock, action, barrel), don't wear red, white or blue when you're turkey hunting because you could be mistaken for a turkey and get shot - mostly stuff I've been taught since I was five years old and my dad took me out and showed me how to shoot a gun (one of the many benefits of growing up in the sticks is that you get to do things that people in the city can't do without serious repercussions ^_^).
There are a few slight issues that I've never thought of before that are actually laws that I've always taken for granted. For example, it's illegal to have a loaded gun in a vehicle. Yeah, my family's driven around with a loaded gun in the truck all the time (for clarification, the loaded guns were usually in a case, stashed under or behind the seat not in grabbing distance, so it's not like we had any malicious intent. Mostly, it was laziness). Anyway, as long as I can remember what's in the book and the stuff the instructor's drilled into us, I think I'll be okay.
In work news, there's this accreditation group here to see if the university still deserves it's street cred in the rounds of higher education. It really doesn't affect me much other than I have to dress up more than usual for a couple of days. Unless the accreditation folky-days want to interview me on my role in *sigh* "fulfilling the university's mission statement," which means I go into BS mode really fast and pray that they don't ask me any hard questions (to be honest, I come to work, I do what they tell me to do,check LJ a few times a day, don't get caught, collect my paycheck, promptly proceed to blow it all at Barnes and Noble after I have responsibly paid the bills, of course). I highly doubt that they'll come talk to a lowly rookie editor, but you never know, I suppose.
[Random Tangent Alert!] And I have no idea where my Gryffindor wall banner is! I asked![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
adjie1026 to bring it out one weekend, and she says that she gave it to Mom to give to me, but it's not anywhere that it should be! And that distresses me. [/Random Tangent]
Today I have my shooting test for my hunter's safety class, which I'm not terribly worried about. All I have to do is get 15 out of 30 inside the dotted line on a paper-target-rabbit from 50 feet away. As long as I know which target is mine, it shouldn't be too difficult (I'm going to write my name on my target with a big red Sharpie so the cocky little twelve-year-old kid to the right of me knows that's my target and not his). The last time I went target shooting, I pretty much blasted the crap out of that paper woodchuck. And when I've passed the class, I will be presented with my very own, brand-new small game license. Beware little woodland critters - Beware.
But before that can happen, I also have to pass my written test on Thursday, which I am a little nervous about. Where they will allow you to take the shooting test until you pass, you have to get the written test in the first round or you don't pass and you have to take the class ALL OVER AGAIN! (a passing score is 38 out of 50 questions correct) Though, most of the questions I think are basic common sense gun safety things like treating every gun like it's loaded, the basic parts of a rifle (stock, action, barrel), don't wear red, white or blue when you're turkey hunting because you could be mistaken for a turkey and get shot - mostly stuff I've been taught since I was five years old and my dad took me out and showed me how to shoot a gun (one of the many benefits of growing up in the sticks is that you get to do things that people in the city can't do without serious repercussions ^_^).
There are a few slight issues that I've never thought of before that are actually laws that I've always taken for granted. For example, it's illegal to have a loaded gun in a vehicle. Yeah, my family's driven around with a loaded gun in the truck all the time (for clarification, the loaded guns were usually in a case, stashed under or behind the seat not in grabbing distance, so it's not like we had any malicious intent. Mostly, it was laziness). Anyway, as long as I can remember what's in the book and the stuff the instructor's drilled into us, I think I'll be okay.
In work news, there's this accreditation group here to see if the university still deserves it's street cred in the rounds of higher education. It really doesn't affect me much other than I have to dress up more than usual for a couple of days. Unless the accreditation folky-days want to interview me on my role in *sigh* "fulfilling the university's mission statement," which means I go into BS mode really fast and pray that they don't ask me any hard questions (to be honest, I come to work, I do what they tell me to do,
[Random Tangent Alert!] And I have no idea where my Gryffindor wall banner is! I asked
adjie1026 to bring it out one weekend, and she says that she gave it to Mom to give to me, but it's not anywhere that it should be! And that distresses me. [/Random Tangent]
