We often speak about the importance of trainers' aptitude for teaching.
Read this and see if you can use any of it. Or just enjoy it.
Fifty years ago this summer, I put some rifles in the trunk and went back into the house to fill a canteen. When I came back out, the eleven year old boy who lived across the street was in the passenger seat. He had interpreted something I had said to his mother as an invitation to take him shooting.
Okey dokey.
On the way out, I handed him a ball point pen with advertising on it and asked him to read both sides. The conversation went like this:
I said "let's see if there are any bone fragments in the gravel". He was shaking.
At the range, I sat down next to Danny and handed him one .22 LR cartridge at a time to load into my old Remington 12C. I didn't get any shooting in that day--or the next time.
Years later, I called to talk to my now adult friend. He was out with his son with a new air rifle.
His wife said "You wouldn't believe what he made Jacob go through. He sat him down with a ball point pen....and then they went outside with a watermelon...".
Dan called the other day. He had just bought his grandson a Red Ryder BB gun.
I had one when I was eight years old.
Read this and see if you can use any of it. Or just enjoy it.
Fifty years ago this summer, I put some rifles in the trunk and went back into the house to fill a canteen. When I came back out, the eleven year old boy who lived across the street was in the passenger seat. He had interpreted something I had said to his mother as an invitation to take him shooting.
Okey dokey.
On the way out, I handed him a ball point pen with advertising on it and asked him to read both sides. The conversation went like this:
- At how many people have you pointed that pen?
- No, not just people right next to us--include the truckers coming the other way, and the folks at the gas station.
- If that were a gun, you would have endangered every one of them.
- Have you ever seen a watermelon that has been dropped and broken? That's what your head....
I said "let's see if there are any bone fragments in the gravel". He was shaking.
At the range, I sat down next to Danny and handed him one .22 LR cartridge at a time to load into my old Remington 12C. I didn't get any shooting in that day--or the next time.
Years later, I called to talk to my now adult friend. He was out with his son with a new air rifle.
His wife said "You wouldn't believe what he made Jacob go through. He sat him down with a ball point pen....and then they went outside with a watermelon...".
Dan called the other day. He had just bought his grandson a Red Ryder BB gun.
I had one when I was eight years old.