Backpacker33
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I entered the USAF in 1968. The father of one of my best friends through flight school was a famous SAC Lt. Col. When he was a new 2nd LT he was assiged to Panama. One of his first tasks was to oversee marksmanship training. Many of the "old heads" had no interest in shooting the issued S&W .38, and made it clear to the 2LT. He, however, was a crack shot with almost anything put in his hands.
Sooo, a Senior Master Sergeant came reluctantly to the range to do his qualifications. Not to be intimidated by a "butter bar", and oozing disdain, he picked up the S&W and sorta "threw" six rounds downrange, completely missing the target. He tossed the revolver on the bench, declaring it was worthlessly inaccurate.
The young 2LT said "OH! Well, let me try it." He loaded six mil-spec rounds and faced downrange. He then turned his back to the target, bent over and shot all six between his legs into the 10 ring. He stood back up, handed the revolver back to the SMSgt and said "Seems OK to me. Try it again." No one ever tried to bamboozle him again.
When I met him he had retired from the nuclear missle service. He cooked a wonderful prime roast as a send off to Vietnam for us. During my second tour he made the news when some idiot broke into his condo. The 70+ year old man leaped out of bed, grabbed his .357 Magnum and chased the burglar, leaping over bushes and fence to capture and hold him for police. His son, my friend, went on to fly both USAF and Navy planes (as USAF liaison, off carriers!) and then for FedEx until he retired at age 60.
Fast forward to about 8 years ago. I'm at the range with my shooting partner, a female lawyer. I had told her the story and she was shooting one my least favorite guns, a 9mm Kurz Walther PPK. With an appreciative male audience watching, she faced the target, turned and bent over, shooting seven rounds between her legs into the 10 ring.
- Backpacker
Sooo, a Senior Master Sergeant came reluctantly to the range to do his qualifications. Not to be intimidated by a "butter bar", and oozing disdain, he picked up the S&W and sorta "threw" six rounds downrange, completely missing the target. He tossed the revolver on the bench, declaring it was worthlessly inaccurate.
The young 2LT said "OH! Well, let me try it." He loaded six mil-spec rounds and faced downrange. He then turned his back to the target, bent over and shot all six between his legs into the 10 ring. He stood back up, handed the revolver back to the SMSgt and said "Seems OK to me. Try it again." No one ever tried to bamboozle him again.
When I met him he had retired from the nuclear missle service. He cooked a wonderful prime roast as a send off to Vietnam for us. During my second tour he made the news when some idiot broke into his condo. The 70+ year old man leaped out of bed, grabbed his .357 Magnum and chased the burglar, leaping over bushes and fence to capture and hold him for police. His son, my friend, went on to fly both USAF and Navy planes (as USAF liaison, off carriers!) and then for FedEx until he retired at age 60.
Fast forward to about 8 years ago. I'm at the range with my shooting partner, a female lawyer. I had told her the story and she was shooting one my least favorite guns, a 9mm Kurz Walther PPK. With an appreciative male audience watching, she faced the target, turned and bent over, shooting seven rounds between her legs into the 10 ring.
- Backpacker