My uncle died in a motorcycle wreck about a month ago. It was sad, even though I only really saw him a few times throughout my entire life and I wasn't close to him. He's got a house out in the country and mostly kept to himself, even though he only lived like 90 minutes away from my family when I was growing up.

My dad have me the key to his house and said that me and my brother should go to his house and take anything there that would be worth keeping (photos, anything valuable or potentially sentimental, etc.). My uncle lived alone, so I guess my dad was worried about his place getting broken into, since no one will be in that house for a while.

Well, me and my brother were looking around, and we found what looked like a bullet proof vest in one of his closets, along with some stuff like pepper spray, handcuffs, those zip-tie things, and some guns and ammo. He used to be a police officer or a SWAT team person or something about 15 years ago, so it makes sense that he would still have some of this stuff. I don't think he was just some gun maniac, plus he kept it really neat and organized. The actual guns and ammo were in one of those gun locker things, but my brother found the key in one of the dresser drawers.

We figured this would probably be one of the few chances we'd have to shoot guns, especially at a bullet proof vest, so we wanted to take advantage of it. I grabbed one of the guns and loaded it with the ammo that was next to it. I don't know a lot about guns, but it was some sort of revolver (the kind where there are rotating ammo slots that pop off the side of the gun). I couldn't figure out how to load the gun where the ammo clip goes into the bottom of the handle, so the revolver made a lot more sense to use for us. We went outside to my uncle's land, my brother strapped on the vest, and I took a shot at the vest from about 20 feet away. Knocked him right over. I stumbled a bit too, since there was a lot of kickback and I don't really know how to hold a gun. I couldn't stop laughing for a minute straight. My bro complained about how his ribs hurt the whole ride back, and now he's got a big bruise where the bullet hit.