I wish I had a more substantial range report to share, because boy, did I ever have plans for all kinds of shooty goodness this week. The stars must have been misaligned and the Gods of Gun must have been displeased with my offerings of dreadlocks (man, those hippie hobos sure squeal when you come at them with a pair of scissors) because things didn't quite go as I had hoped.
I had wanted to take my friend Monica and her roommate Annie to the range Thursday evening. We started plans for our shooting excursion in the midst of a series of commiserating Inauguration Day facebook messages.
It went something like this:
Annie: "I'm a little scared."
Monica: "Me too."
Me: "It's going to be a long 4 years."
Monica: "Yeah. Hey, can we go shooting again sometime? I suddenly feel the need to practice."
Me: "Sure! Anytime!"
Annie: "Can I go too?"
But when I got to the range I found only Monica waiting for me, Annie had something unavoidable come up and couldn't join us. Totally fine with me, I said. That means there's going to be a next time.
I really enjoy taking Monica to the range - she doesn't just show up to shoot, she shows up to learn. She asks a lot of questions, wants to be shown how to do everything herself, and will shoot anything you give her. I had a smorgasbord of firearms for her to try (or, as the guy next to us said, "quite an arsenal")...we started small with .22s, shot a few rounds from my Bersa .380, and worked our way up to an H&K 9mm and a S&W .38. Monica loved the Ruger MkII, and asked if she could practice a bit more with that.
She even shot it one-handed, something I love to have new shooters do, especially women. It opens up a world of brand new possibilities and gives them something to boast about to their friends. (I shot a gun! One handed!) I think it's might be one of the things that makes them want to come back, that sense of accomplishment, that feeling of "Wow! I can DO that!" It's only recoil, after all.
I returned to the range Sunday afternoon with Mike, planning on trying a little contemplative slow fire with the Ruger Mk II. I was excited about trying something new. I ran my target out to 50 feet, loaded up my magazines and began. Breathe, front sight, front sight, inhale, exhale, hold, front sight, squeeze...and then someone two lanes over started firing a rifle - BOOM! - and a girl started cussing out her boyfriend and...ugh. Not good for the shooty zen.
Anyway, here's the best of my 5 targets. The red dot is 3 inches across.
I think the one in the middle was pure luck.