A little different but,
Went to CC class, with oldest son. The instructor had no business "teaching" firearms. Very eclectic bunch of students. 3 gentlemen, in their 80s, had come together. All 3 had S&W revolvers. One a pristine .32S&W.
When we got to the range, split into 2 groups. On the firing line, we were positioned.
Our group consisted of a mid-20s young lady, who was married to young Lt, on base. He had told her closely watch the other attendees and pick the one she felt knowledgeable and ask to help her. She somehow decided that was me. She was carrying her husband's Beretta duty weapon.
I was in the next lane, with my 1911.
One of the older gentleman was next, with a .38
The .32S&W next.
The 3rd gentleman, with a .38.
A 40 yo biker with a Glock .40
My son with his 1911.
The course of fire is 50 rounds. Shot 5 rounds at a time and a pause for instruction, questions and reloads, between.
The young lady asked lots questions between firing. Grip, sights, trigger control, point of aim, slide release, ......
The gentleman with the .32 was always last to finish his 5 shots. Last to get get reloaded and ready.
The biker usually finished first. The first 5 rounds, holding the gun gangsta sideways. I was laughing, instructor was dumbfounded.
We finished our 50 rounds and retrieved our targets.
The young lady had shot very well and thankful for my help.
I had a ragged center punch hole and 8 nice little holes (.32) scattered over my target.
The 2 gentleman with .38s were looking at their targets. One says, " you blind old goat, why you shooting my target? "
The other laughs, " you shot mine, too "
Biker has holes EVERYWHERE. Less than 50, though.
Son walks up behind me, laughing, " I have 3 little holes in my target. "
That night, Wife and I go to steak house. A couple walks by our table. A young says, "Hello". Tells her hubby, " this is the nice gentleman that helped me, today. "
I asked them to join us. The Lt was most thankful, saying he had taken her out twice, to shoot. They almost ended up divorced.
He tried to pay our bill, when it arrived. I wouldn't hear of it and paid theirs, instead.