The last gun I shot was a 45 caliber pistol. I was on a boat on the inside passage of Alaska near Petersburg when some friends of the captain came on board.
We had some freshly caught salmon grilling on a portable habachi and while we waited someone dropped a plastic bottle of some sort over board. As the minutes passed someone decided to use the bottle for target practice with a 22 caliber pistol.
I took a few shots with it and just nicked the bottle but didn’t come anywhere near sinking it. Others tried to sink the bottle as well but with about as much luck as I had.
Then an older man decided that he had enough fooling around. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out his 45. Compared with the 22 it look like a hand cannon. He took a shot at the bottle and at that noise everyone on the boat that had access to a gun picked it up and started shooting at will. The noise was deafening and lasted for a few minutes.
When the excitement wore down the bottle was still floating although barely. That was when I got my shot with the 45. All I can remember was the noise was loud and it really had a kick that knocked my arm back after the shot.
