9mmMike
April 19, 2003, 06:51 PM
After a breif cold snap, the Lord blessed us with a fine Spring day today and to my delight the lovely Mrs. 9mmMike says, "Let's go shooting."
Now this is always a good thing but even better than usual, she did not mean a trip to the indoor range to turn some 9mm into noise but in fact she wanted to see how the new Trius thrower was working. Really.
The next thing I know, I've got the 870's packed-up and a case of clays, ammo and the thrower in the van and we're cruising to the park range and just generally enjoying the budding foliage.
Does this post have anything to do with SG's, you asked? Kinda.
After we set up (claim a space), which takes only a few moments thanks to that new free-standing clay chucker, I begin killin' 'em while she runs the machine.
Next to us is a scary threesome with a couple 11/87's and a tyro gal who swept us with the loud end once which was enough for me to give the "instructor" the old evil-eye which he was bright enough to understand.
Anyway, as I was loading up with another three rounds and muttering about the troublesome 870 with the slow shell lifter that I have been unable to fix (even running the trigger group dry guys), the bride asks me, "When is it my turn?"
I almost dropped the gun! She has not shown much (read any) interest in SGing since the one time I let her pop off a couple of those mini-shells.
Now here's the good part, finally.
After a brief run through of the controls of an 870, we begin.
She mounts the gun as I start explaining the correct form and out of my mouth pours a discourse to make the contributors of this forum proud.
I'm talkin' about finding the pocket, cheek weld, foot position, knee bending, follow-through and all sorts of other SG-techie stuff. I almost sounded like I knew what I was talking about!
Once she was ready to go, she loaded a single, racked the slide, says, "I like that sound" (God I love this gal) and we're ready to go.
I throw. She fires. She misses. She is happy to not be laying on the ground from recoil.
She loads. I throw. She hits, her second shot ever. Thrilling stuff!
She only fired a few more shells after that but it was still a fine day and I am still grinnin' from the event.
That's about it. Thanks for the bandwidth.
Mike
Now this is always a good thing but even better than usual, she did not mean a trip to the indoor range to turn some 9mm into noise but in fact she wanted to see how the new Trius thrower was working. Really.
The next thing I know, I've got the 870's packed-up and a case of clays, ammo and the thrower in the van and we're cruising to the park range and just generally enjoying the budding foliage.
Does this post have anything to do with SG's, you asked? Kinda.
After we set up (claim a space), which takes only a few moments thanks to that new free-standing clay chucker, I begin killin' 'em while she runs the machine.
Next to us is a scary threesome with a couple 11/87's and a tyro gal who swept us with the loud end once which was enough for me to give the "instructor" the old evil-eye which he was bright enough to understand.
Anyway, as I was loading up with another three rounds and muttering about the troublesome 870 with the slow shell lifter that I have been unable to fix (even running the trigger group dry guys), the bride asks me, "When is it my turn?"
I almost dropped the gun! She has not shown much (read any) interest in SGing since the one time I let her pop off a couple of those mini-shells.
Now here's the good part, finally.
After a brief run through of the controls of an 870, we begin.
She mounts the gun as I start explaining the correct form and out of my mouth pours a discourse to make the contributors of this forum proud.
I'm talkin' about finding the pocket, cheek weld, foot position, knee bending, follow-through and all sorts of other SG-techie stuff. I almost sounded like I knew what I was talking about!
Once she was ready to go, she loaded a single, racked the slide, says, "I like that sound" (God I love this gal) and we're ready to go.
I throw. She fires. She misses. She is happy to not be laying on the ground from recoil.
She loads. I throw. She hits, her second shot ever. Thrilling stuff!
She only fired a few more shells after that but it was still a fine day and I am still grinnin' from the event.
That's about it. Thanks for the bandwidth.
Mike