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Doing a police ride along can take you down an unexpected road.
It was loud, even with the ear protectors in place. And the gun kicked more than I had envisioned. A ricocheting bullet sparked briefly as it left its trace on the scarred concrete wall. I held my breath again, squinted along the gun’s sights, and fired the last of the round. The bullet punctured the center mass of the paper target. With a mixture of relief and amazement, I stared at the 12 bullet holes perforating the target’s “bull’s eye” and handed the empty gun to the police officer. Not bad for a novice, but I had taken many seconds longer to accomplish my perfect score than an officer would have.
I was in a police department’s indoor firing range, a rectangular concrete room above the garage. Four shooting bays occupy one end, targets stand at the other. A metal trough stretching the width of the room sits below the targets to catch the expended bullets. I had just finished firing at my bad guy target...
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