Coming from Australia, I'd never ever seen, let alone picked up or used a gun.
Naturally, when the offer arose in Prague, I decided to see what all the fuss was about.
It was freezing, it was the middle of winter and I was 45 minutes outside of Prague in what looked to be the wilderness of the Czech republic. If I didn't know better, I would have suspected that my friends and I were driving into a scene from a horror movie (What is it about Czech woods? So creepy).
Before we could meet some sort of painfully predictable horror movie fate, we reached the Gun Club, the training ground of Czech paratroopers, police special forces and now, me.
We got to shoot ( targets only, nothing with a pulse) with an AK-47 (bloody hopeless weapon), a shotgun, a sniper rifle (watch your head, huge recoil!) and an M16 ( Wow).
It was a cool novelty experience and I got to keep my bullet shells as a memento. They weren't quite sure what to do with my vegetarian friend when they served us a hearty post-shooting snack (Who brings a vegetarian to a gun club?), but they were happy to do their best.
I have to say, as cool as it was, I am quietly relieved about Australia's strict anti-gun laws, these guns were designed to do one thing only and most of them seem like they'd do it pretty well.
Needless to say, I am now the envy of my father and my disbelieving, COD-playing guy friends.
LOCATION: They arrange hotel pick ups and don't list their address so they don't have crashers.