Now I am a 50-bullets-(49 to be precise, I got one back home in the pic bleow)-experienced shooter. James, a colleague of mine took us to a shooting range for some ‘net practice’. This was the first time I actually shot real firearms, real enough to kill you. We were 4 young chaps and shared 3 firearm amongst us. All .22 cartridges, two pistols and one revolver. I remember one of them preferred itself to be called as ‘Beretta’, the revolver was a ‘Smith & Wesson’. It was a fun exercise, and exciting enough to be done at times.