Little Lights Research Paper

how to handle a gun in november 2012 he bought his first handgun a glock 34 in Goleta after doing research on handguns he assessed the Glock 34 as "an efficient and highly accurate weapon’’. in spring 2013 he bought two additional handguns, both SIG Sauer P226 pistols writing that they were "of a much higher quality than the Glock" and "a lot more efficient". He purchased the weapons in Oxnard and Burbank. he stated that he saved up 5000 dollars of pocket money which was given to him by his parents and grandmothers, in order

This morning I meet my mentor at bear arms shooting range. We signed in and picked my targets out before going back to the car to bring in the shotgunn. When we came back we put our ear and eye protection on and headed into the range. Mr. Sanders described what I would be doing today and how that would prepare me for the following weeks. Starting with how to load a gun, opening, inserting the shell, closing,aiming, taking the safety off, and then shooting. All of which I already knew how to do from prior experience. I felt pretty confident in myself for I had shot before (I was wrong). Next he described the differences between shooting in a range and shooting clays that move through the air. Then connecting how my skills at the range are

In the beginning of the presentation, a relationship is established between the audience and presenter through the use of ethos. Ethos is the speaker’s credibility and trustworthiness (Keith 38). To establish credibility, slides included pictures of myself shooting an “assault weapons” and two other rifles. Using these visual aids, I am able to natural introduce my long history with “assault weapons”. This includes my history handling, maintaining, and competing with a such a weapons at a very young age, the lack of any deaths, injuries, or accidents during that time, and my continued passion with these types of weapons. This is conveyed with a picture

The first time I shot a firearm, my uncle had taken me on a trip past the outskirts of town and before being able to question the reasoning for this location. He was briefing me on proper safety etiquette; and shortly thereafter, I was taking my first shots toward an old washing machine. I reflect on that feeling of pure happiness, intertwined with astonishment while emptying that initial magazine and seeing the holes I had created. I’ll never forget the feeling of power the firearm had forced upon me while simultaneously demanding respect and awareness for the weapon. Showing

Entering the giant forest, I saw tunnel log, a fallen Sequoia that was carved into a tunnel. Driving through the tunnel log I saw writings from other people and ancient tree rings. Climbing on top

Since I was about 6 years old I have been exposed to shooting firearms, within my family it wasn't uncommon to have a weekend day set aside to go to the rifle range and shoot our old tin cans from the meals we prepared that week. My experience with shooting firearms ranges from little, basically antique, single shot bolt action 22LR all the way up to high powered hunting rifles, Ar-15’s and AR-10’s. The day after I turned 18 I went out and purchased a tactical Mossberg 500 shotgun. Then shortly after in light of some political discussion about banning AR-15’s I purchased one for my self in hopes if laws did change that I could be grandfathered into whatever the new law may arise. From there my firearm collection has grown incorporating a wide

When it is my turn to shoot, I am in control. All I have to say is “pull” and in an instant a bright orange clay is flying through the air. My shotgun is up and my eye searches for the clay. As soon as I find it, I pull the trigger and instantly feel the gun’s kick on my shoulder, as if it’s punching me. The loud bang of the gun firing echoes through the woods and lingers in the air. For a split second, I see the flash of the shot shell as I look down the barrel of my gun. My shot shatters the clay into a thousand shards and the tiny pieces fall to the ground like rain. The metallic smell of burnt gunpowder fills the air as I finish by pumping the shotgun to eject the empty

For decades, the United States has been split by a dichotomy over civilian gun control. “Gun control is the term used to describe how firearms may be legally produced, sold, and used,” (Gale). As stated in the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, “‘A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed,” (Gottesman/Brown). However, “research seems to indicate that owning a gun or even just seeing one [can] change how people behave,” (Striepe). Studies have shown that weapons negatively affect the individual’s psychological processes. Actions of aggression or agitation have been shown to increase during experimental situations in which guns are in view of the subject. The purpose of this project was to determine the extent of how ownership of guns and other weapons could create conflict, and to propose a solution to minimize these consequences. By studying how weapons can affect humans intrinsically and psychologically by slowly changing behaviors and beliefs over time, insight can be gained on the true dangers of gun ownership. This scientific approach also provided a look at the deeper consequences of civilian weapon control, allowing for further refinement in the creation of a solution to reverse the effects of gun control in the future.

From the trail’s official terminus, the ridge flattened out before rising sharply. This repeated several times, each time stretching higher and steeper, before finally flattening out a thousand feet above our position. On this final shelf sat the summit, hidden from view by thick clouds.

In this short paper I will go over my thoughts on this weeks required reading. This week we read Chapter Three of Gun Digests Guide to Maintaining Accurizing Firearms, Cleaning and Maintenance. Our text began by explaining to the reader that “Since you have purchased your new firearm, you are going to need to take special care of it. Most gun owners don’t give their gun the love it deserves. This piece of metal and plastic and maybe wood is something that you are going to bet your life on. When it needs to work, you need it to work. When you need it now, it has to be in functional condition.” This is a point we’ve made very often in this and other classes at SDI. It seems like way too many gun owners just expect their gun to work like magic when they need it, and they don’t take the time to maintain their weapons. I cannot stand seeing someone just shoot a weapon and toss it in a closet for 3 months.

Guns have played a big part in my life even from when I was younger. One memory I can remember like it was yesterday was when I went hunting with my dad and I was introduced to gun control. It was five in the morning and I could feel the cold frostbitten air on my chest. As I rolled over onto my stomach awakening from my not-so-sweet sleep in my comforting sleeping bag, I checked my phone to see how much longer I had to get out to the field before sunrise. With the bright light from my smart phone screen beaming me in the face I sat up, unzipped the sleeping bag, and put on my clothes. After changing into my underclothes, camo long sleeve shirt, jeans, and boots I grabbed my jacket and went into the kitchen where my dad was. When I entered

“A reincarnation of Annie Oakley” “the boys she dates better watch their backs” “I don't think she’s ever missed a shot” all has been said about me but I don't want to be one of those rubs it in your face types, I honestly don't give a rats ass if I hit or miss. What is freedom to you? Now I have answered this question millions of times and each time it is different. Luckily, my freedom can be traced back to one specific starting point. Can you taste it? The crimson bullet can you taste its lead not only do I taste the lead but I can taste iron of the next victim the bullet comes into collision with whether it's a bear or a bunny I can't wait to taste the real world but not yet have I got its succulent truth. I have no license so I'm stuck to clay pigeons but watching as the bright orange disk goes up feels just like a hunt. You have no reaction time, it's a hit or miss, and you gotta take the shot now or the kill will get away and BANG!! The disk scatters into the air ricocheting off trees sifting through the branches slowly the clay dust falls and kisses the earth. Shooting is where I feel completely free nothing can distract my focus when I have a gun in my hand.

I tried to remember how to breathe, but I couldn’t. The sheer excitement was too overwhelming. My hands trembled with anticipation as I raised the gun carefully to aim at my otherwise oblivious target. I was filled with both glee and apprehension at the same time. What if I missed? Or worse, what if I hit my target, but didn’t kill it? I shook my head, determined not to miss. The safety off, the firearm aimed where I wanted, I lightly squeezed the trigger and, with an earsplitting bang, the gun went off.

Imagine standing outside in the desert of west texas, it's cold under the clear, inky, night sky. The cold, crisp wind blows in your face catching you off guard, sending a shiver down your back. You look down to zipper up your warm Aeropostale sweater to keep in the body heat. Your eyes adjust as your view shifts back to the desert plains. When suddenly, a burst of bright light, southeast of you catches your attention. It flickers, it splits apart, it glows, when out of nowhere more appear, with diverse colours this time. All at once, it suddenly changes your emotions from excited , to scared, to absolutely amazed. You stand there gobsmacked. Imagine, this is what experiencing the Marfa Lights is like.

Every day we drive to school, the grocery store, an after school activity, back home, or even to a friends house and back. When we take these drives, long or far, we almost always past someone in need. Not only do we pass them, but occasionally we will stop there for several minutes waiting for our turn to pass through a stop light. When we are stopped, it happens in one of three ways. One, we pull out our wallets and hand them a dollar if we have, or as much as we are willing to give. Two, sadly the most common scenario, is we try to avoid eye contact with this person in need as we hope the light turns green so we get where we “need’ to be. Sometimes we even know that we are doing the wrong thing so we will fumble through our purses in order