|Susan "Dead-Eye" Jimison|
Weapon: Ruger 357
Recommends: Harlan Coben
Weapon: 38 Smith and Wesson
Recommends: Kenneth Goddard
Not if you know what's good for you.
Weapon: Ruger 380
Recommends: Marcus Luttrell
Weapon: 9 Millimeter
Recommends: Nelson DeMille
|If anybody messes with me - so long|
as he wears a shirt with a big red oval,
and stands perfectly still five yards away,
and if I can borrow a gun - he'll be sorry!
Recommends: Michael Connely
Weapon: Smith and Wesson
Recommends: Kay Hooper
If you've never been to a shooting range, the way it works is, you attach your target to this doohickey, and press some buttons on a touch pad which sends it scooting down a long dark hallway, to whatever distance you desire. While you're waiting your turn, every once in a while there's a loud wham! as someone fires a gun, which you can hear even through the ear muffs and is pretty much guaranteed to make you jump the first four or half-dozen times you hear it. If one of these ladies were defending herself against an attacker; she wouldn't need to hit him in his vitals; the sound alone would be enough to scare him off.
Weapon: Smith and Wesson
Recommends: Craig Johnson
The guy shooting next to us, the quiet sort with forearms as big as my thigh, who did not seem to be having nearly as much fun as we were, solemnly loaded bullets in his chamber, and fired off one thoughtful round after another, as if dutifully eating a plateful of vitamin pills. He very precisely put holes in his old-fashioned bull's-eye target. My escorts, whose marks-person-ship was just as good or better, had targets shaped like humans, and cheerfully compared notes on how well they'd done when they got the targets back. They seemed interested in which shot would have killed him, but I pointed out - quite reasonably, I think - that any of the shots would have given him second thoughts about breaking and entering.
|This stylish handbag is practical,|
fashionable, has a pocket or place
for everything a gal on the go needs,
including a handy little side-holster
built right in!
|This sporty zebra-stripe holster|
handbag is for a gal on the go
with a bold fashion sense who's
maybe going to a party
and wants a gun along.
Having finished our shooting and shopping - no one bought the freeze-dried food, although Susan expressed interest - we drove back to Peerless Books, where wine and cookies were laid out in anticipation of the evening's discussion of Lisa Gardner's Catch Me. (Guns, Gals, and Good Books exclusively selects crime fiction in keeping with their theme.) Not having read the selection, I left before the discussion got underway, with my bullet-riddled target under my arm and a big smile on my face. I discovered a ladies' Gun-and-Mystery Book Club is as unlikely and yet apt a combination as chicken-and-waffle restaurant, and I was left wondering what other unlikely combinations might be waiting out there to be discovered: Archery and Love Stories? (Cupid connection.) Nunchucks and Slapstick? (Get it? Nunchucks, slapstick?) Nevermind. Some things just can't be imitated, like Susan Jimison and the rest of the gals with guns.