For a while now, I've been easing my mom into the gun culture. She had shot a gun long ago so it wasn't as if she was afraid of guns, but I think she was slightly hesitant about the idea of guns having a part in my life. But after a few trips to the range, plenty of discussions about shooting and the Second Amendment, an introduction to the gunblogs and her taking part in a basic shooting class at the range my mom has accepted my new found life and has even begun considering a gun for herself.
We took her to Gander Mountain this past weekend to windowshop a bit. It, um...did not go so well. (Read what happened over at Mike-istan. What Mike neglects to mention is that he was so peeved at the twerp behind the counter that he got all red in the face, which surprised me quite a bit. I felt nervous because I was sure that at any moment he was going to unload the verbal arsenal on the poor guy, but as usual Mike was the model of restraint.) But we walked out with some ammunition and plans for a range date..
The next day we walked into a crowded range with a bunch of guns and ammo with the intention of shooting two very special pistols that a coworker had loaned my mom. He had originally promised her the use of his smallest pistol, a .25 caliber Baby Browning...
...but he also included an extra pistol for us to try...
...a .32 ACP Colt 1903 Pocket Hammerless. It was such a amazing surprise when I unzipped the case and took my first peek. "Ooooh. Oh, wow," I said.
"What is it?" my mom asked.
"It's an antique - and it's gorgeous. Wow. Are you sure we're allowed to shoot it?"
"That's what he said. He gave it to us to shoot."
Well, okay, I thought. Who am I to say no? Besides, I've never been one to put form over function. A gun is a tool and I would use it. Just very, very carefully.
I shouldn't have worried, though. The 1903 shot like a dream. We figure it's about 90 years old and the sights are almost nonexistent but still, on a light-colored target, I was able to get very small groupings. There were no malfunctions, it had a nice crisp trigger and it felt wonderful in my hand. It was really an honor to shoot it; I felt like a kid in a junior high string quartet who had been given a Stradivarius.
And my mom, who is a great shot anyway, did very well with it too.
The Browning was next and while it is small and really quite adorable, its just plain annoying to shoot. My mom tried it, Mike kept having to clear jams and then I shot 2 rounds out of it, almost immediately declaring, "Meh." While the design is good, in my opinion the novelty of such a small gun isn't worth the trouble. I moved on to shooting my friend's H&K P2000. (everyone loans me guns, what can I say?) and discovered I shoot it really well one-handed.
And just because I had the utmost faith in her, I had my mom shoot the Colt Officers ACP. After a tiny little grip problem in the beginning, she was shooting that .45 like a champ. She emptied the magazine and got most of her shots on target. I'm very proud.
It was a great way to spend an afternoon...after all, I got to take my favorite chick in the world to the range.