About three years ago something incredibly life changing happened to me. I became a member of the Cayman Islands Sport Shooting Association (CISSA).
I have been intrigued with shooting ever since I played duck hunt on my Nintendo gaming console as a child. While the skill it takes to handle an orange electronic gun is far from what is necessary for handling a real life shot-gun, rifle or pistol it is the embers upon which my passion for shooting was ignited.
For years I'd heard about this gun club by the airport but for some reason could never seem to find the way there. That said, it is hard to avoid your destiny. My time came via an invite to an impromptu Christmas barbecue where I met up with a CISSA member. Somehow the topic drifted to something gun related (as it always does with us) and after expressing my interest I was invited to come out to the range.
I remember that perfect Saturday afternoon, driving down the short semi secluded dyke roads feeling as though the secret path had been revealed, the draw bridge lowered and the gates opened to receive me. As excited as I was, I was also nervous. But once I pulled the trigger on that .22 caliber Smith & Wesson - BANG! My life would never be the same. I'd found a piece of my that had been missing; I'd found myself home on the range.
