Recently, the company I worked for (not b5) gave us the opportunity to go on a “team-building” event. What did we do? Why, we shot things of course.

Our fair and noble leadership decided we should go down to the range for some skeet and wobble trap shooting. This is the one where you shoot at the clay targets with shotguns. Now, you may ask why I bring this up. And to be slightly honest, it gave me a chance to post some pictures of me holding and firing a large gun, but on the other hand, with so many claims of video games pushing kids to violence and making kids think that shooting people is okay, I thought it would be a nice little spot to post my observations and thoughts on the subject.

First, a little info. My company has a lot of gamers. Our CEO is a gamer, and we often will hold Unreal Tournment 2004 LAN games here in the office during work hours. Usually late in the afternoon so we can play and then head on home. While there are varying degrees to “gamer” in the office there are a good handful of us that are pretty adamant about gaming and we’re fairly decent when it comes to FPS games. I have gotten the reputation as being good and they tend to aim for me and cheer excitedly when they manage to kill me. Which isn’t often so I guess I won’t begrudge them that.

As we made our way to the range I began to wonder how well I, and the others would do actually shooting a real gun at moving targets. Once we were all assembled the instructor ran us through the learners shooting area and safety course. You know, the safety course that says “don’t point the gun at people?” Simple enough. They had this stand area where they would bring people up and give them a chance to fire the gun, and give advice on how to hold it, where to aim, yadda yadda. The instructor comes up to me, asks me my technical proficiency, I tell him it’s fairly good and he hands me this box with a button on it. “Whenever someone says pull, push the button” I nod my head and figure I can do that. I’m a good button pusher. The instructors then begin to run everyone through and I got to watch as my co-workers missed and hit the clay disks flying through the air.

To be a little fair, the disks were going up in a nice lofty, lazy like arc so tracking them wasn’t that hard.
Everyone hit atleast one target. Finally the guy looks at me, proclaims that I haven’t gone yet and asks if I’ve ever shot before. I tell him not shotguns, and he hands me a gun and a shell. I load it. Take aim, waiting for some sort of instruction like he gave the others, but no. He just tells me to call pull.

“Pull”

disk flies up and EXPLODES MWuahahahahah

A big grin crosses my face. That was kinda fun.

The instructor asks if I’ve done this before, I tell him no.

“Pull”

Another orange clay disk sails through the air. I track the target, wait for it to reach it’s apogee, squeeze the trigger and #2 begins to rain debris on its’ fallen brethren.

Heh heh.

“Okay. You’re good. Everyone move out!”

We grab our guns and ammo (actual, not magazine) and make our way to the wobble trap. For those not familiar, we had the wobble trap pyramid dealie goin on.
Everyone takes their turn, and near the end (again always last) after my comrades take their leave and move on to the skeet range, I and a few leftovers take our turns. Each person shoots at one disk with one shot. And then we go in order. And after the last person does their’s we then do a double shot. (bullets, not whiskey) Where two disks are thrown out in succession.

We all line up. I’m first to shoot, the disk comes out and..I miss horribly. Disk flies off to safety only to hit a tree and shatter into a myriad of pieces. We go through the order, everyone takes their shots, and now it’s my turn again, but this time with the two disks. I get ready, call pull so the girl (Caitlyn? Katelyn?) can push the highly technical button for me and send out two disks. The first one comes out. I track it, fire and tag it. The second one comes out again I take aim and make it wish it was never molded. Again, everyone takes their turn as I have and after that, we all trade up spots. Think chinese fire drill.

There are five spots total. And 3 disks used at each turn. That’s 15 my dear arithmetically challenged friends. I manage to hit all the rest except for 2. So I missed 3 in all. Not bad for a first time and I think I was the highest in the group. After this was the skeet shooting, but since it was getting late we only did it partially and the only target I managed to hit was the air. (I did manage a few hits but not what I would have liked)

So, after all this I’ve only managed to talk about myself. Ahh, but now here come my observations as I watched other people. Everyone seemed to do okay. There were a couple that just couldn’t get the feel for shooting and they didn’t hit much. Others that seemed to do quite well and took some clay names. It was varied. One of the hardcore gamers was among the small group that couldn’t hit anything, and yet one of the “lesser” game enthusiasts did quite well. My findings? Inconclusive. Do I feel that my gaming “expertise” helped in my acquisition and destruction of the targets? Maybe to some small degree, in that I may have better tracked the clay pigeons better than others which gave me an advantage in targeting early and getting my shot in on time, but for the most part, I’m a little unconvinced that “l33t sk1llz” translate into real world shooting. Some people are good with guns, others, not so much. Tactics and habits gotten from playing, may help, but real shooting is an extremely different animal and I really think we need to do some more testing. Heh heh heh.


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One Response to “From games to real life”

  1. Karine Says:

    Hehehe… that sounds like a lot of fun :)
    Nice pictures!

    When I was young, I used to love shooting stuff. I would practice with my dad’s riffle and he would get upset because I’d have better aim than he did. And every year at the fair, my favorite stand was the one where you would shoot at cartoon figures. I would spend HOURS there and soooo much money. And yet that hasn’t translated into interest in FPS games… wonder what went wrong? ;)

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