Okiecruffler
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One of the nurses I work with is a cute petite young lady who lives by herself in not that great of an area. She carries a little can of pepper spray on her keychain that I make fun of every chance I get. A few weeks ago we were all sitting around showing off pictures of our children and such when she noticed my CCW. So she started with the questions, at first in a rather confrontational matter, then curious, and then this morning it finally happened. We had a pretty nasty night on the unit and she said, "I suppose you're going to shoot your guns now?" I told her that yes, I was planning on doing just that. Then on the walk to our cars she asked, "Can I come?" Well I've never turned down such a request, especially from such a nice looking requester. So we took off in my truck, stopped by my house to pick up my Mitchell pistol, my Rossi snubby, my box of Contenders, and enough ammo to make anyone proud. Had a quick lesson on safety on the drive to the range, then a longer one when we arrived, and then the fun began. I couldn't get her to put the Mitchell down. The reddot made it easy for her to hit the target with, and she was surprised by the lack of recoil and noise. I finally got her to try the Rossi, which once she got used to it she handled pretty well. Even managed to keep all the shots on a paper plate at 10 yrds in SA. Not bad for her first time out and with a snubby no less. I managed to talk her into taking one shot with the 357mag Contender, but that's all she wanted out of that for now. Then we went to look at guns at a local shop, and we're going back next Friday to pick up her first gun, a Browning Buckmark. Then I dropped her off at her car and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
Now don't get me wrong, I prefer to shoot alone, I can concentrate on breathing, trigger pull, always chasing that perfect group. But my favorite days at the range are always those days when I'm showing a new shooter the ropes.
BTW, nothing makes you realize just what an old man you've become quite like a kiss on the cheek from a pretty young girl.
Now don't get me wrong, I prefer to shoot alone, I can concentrate on breathing, trigger pull, always chasing that perfect group. But my favorite days at the range are always those days when I'm showing a new shooter the ropes.
BTW, nothing makes you realize just what an old man you've become quite like a kiss on the cheek from a pretty young girl.