Who’d have ever thunk it... Less than 24 hours after graduating
from Gun For Hire Academy, my newly found skills would be put
to the test, in a life threatening encounter.
Unlike the rest of my class, I had no real personal interest in the
subject matter. I’m not what you’d call a “gun guy.” I didn’t own a
gun, nor was I in the market for one. And far different from my
fellow classmates, I never thought I’d get any personal use,
whatsoever, out of what I’d be learning. I was there purely for
professional reasons.
As an author, I often find myself neck deep and intimately involved
in research on a whole host of wacky subjects, most of which, if it
wasn’t for the project at hand, I’d never give a second thought.
Learning to shoot a gun was one of those subjects. There I sat,
prepared to learn yet something else that I was bound to soon
forget. But the instructor seemed like he’d be a lot of fun and the
coffee and donuts were more than decent, so I made sure my
wife wasn’t around, grabbed a second donut, settled in and
thought... hell, this might be fun after all.
The trainers name was Anthony Colandro. Nice guy. Funny guy.
Certainly nothing like the gun-totin‘ Ramboesque figure I pictured
in my mind when I first signed up for the program. Read More
