Jerry Beamen
Jerry’s Apres Ski

When I was 9, my dad took me out to our country home for a special excursion with just the two of us. It was great going with him and leaving my mom and two sisters at home. 

We just spent the afternoon out there together but it was one of those times I’ll never forget. He taught me how to shoot.

We gathered up a basketful of tin cans from the garbage pit and set them on some rocks on a hill to use as targets. I fired a .38 and also a .22 and it was an awesome, empowering feeling. I liked the handgun, but I really liked the rifle. It was so easy to aim it and the kick wasn’t bad at all.

Later on I learned how to handle a shotgun. but I’ll always favor the .22 and I still have the one my Dad gave me those many years ago. Someone stole my .38, so I replaced that with a .45 and now that I’m thinking about it, I want to go ahead and pick up another .38.