I used to love teaching my kids and my nephew how to shoot. That sort of lost it's appeal when they started shooting better than I do.
Then I got a lot of pleasure from shooting tight groups on targets. Then that sorta got to be like work trying to control every little thing (incluind my heartbeat) to get ever better accuracy. I still enjoy doing that but sometimes I just have to go back to what made me love shooting in the first place - plinking.
I actually took a .22 out shooting last weekend. It was the first time in months. I shot about 70 rounds which is about 10% of what I would shoot in a day not so long ago. I went to a gubmit run gun range to shoot since my club is now 100 miles away and I can't get started in my new club until July. The facilities weren't so great at that gubmit range. The shelter was all wood with nothing being done to protect the wood. And of course that means carpenter bees. You know how they fly around you trying to scare you away from their nest? There must have been 50 of them doing that. Hmmm... Targets! Yes I started shooting carpenter bees flying through the air. Not shooting "at" them either. I was shooting them at least a third of the time. I had to shoot from the hip since I had a scope on my only rifle I had along. It turns out it's not nearly as hard as it sounds. And wow is it satisfying to blast those annoying little suckers while they're flying. You know the jerks think you have no way to get them while they buzz you time after time. It must be a real bad case of "what happenend" when they are sinking to the ground to meet Mr. Foot face to foot. I really, really enjoyed that. All that practice finally paid off for something really useful.
Then I got a lot of pleasure from shooting tight groups on targets. Then that sorta got to be like work trying to control every little thing (incluind my heartbeat) to get ever better accuracy. I still enjoy doing that but sometimes I just have to go back to what made me love shooting in the first place - plinking.
I actually took a .22 out shooting last weekend. It was the first time in months. I shot about 70 rounds which is about 10% of what I would shoot in a day not so long ago. I went to a gubmit run gun range to shoot since my club is now 100 miles away and I can't get started in my new club until July. The facilities weren't so great at that gubmit range. The shelter was all wood with nothing being done to protect the wood. And of course that means carpenter bees. You know how they fly around you trying to scare you away from their nest? There must have been 50 of them doing that. Hmmm... Targets! Yes I started shooting carpenter bees flying through the air. Not shooting "at" them either. I was shooting them at least a third of the time. I had to shoot from the hip since I had a scope on my only rifle I had along. It turns out it's not nearly as hard as it sounds. And wow is it satisfying to blast those annoying little suckers while they're flying. You know the jerks think you have no way to get them while they buzz you time after time. It must be a real bad case of "what happenend" when they are sinking to the ground to meet Mr. Foot face to foot. I really, really enjoyed that. All that practice finally paid off for something really useful.