I went to a local shooting range today with my dad and brother (home on leave). Bummer was that it was a pistol only range, so I brought my Taurus Judge (.45 Colt Ammo), .38 Revolver, and .22 Ruger, while my dad brought his .38 and my brother brought his .357 Magnum. That damn place was packed today, so we had to share one lane three ways, switching our targets when it was our turn.

I combined my three handguns on my target at 7 yards since the range cadre told us we had to start there, and they would tell us if we could send it farther down range. Here is what would happen to a zombie if it came withing 7 yards of me.

The Judge really has minimal kick. My one shot out of the ordinary was my first one with it, and that was because I gripped a little too tight, anticipating a monster kick. But damn, is it smooth! My only beef with my Judge is that the Colt Ammo I have is Cowboy Action Load, and it is really smoky. But other than that, I love it. And the other two hoglegs kick ass as well.

After that, I took my brother's .357 Magnum and my Judge 15 yards down range to see what would happen.

Not as good, but where I live, I doubt that I would need to be super accurate beyond 7-10 yards anyway. If so, that is what my rifle is for.

All in all, shooting is fun, and it really relieves stress and tension in a way that beats a stupid massage.

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