I think it was mentioned by someone recently.
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Kris – I have found with women and guns they come in 2 varieties – (a) they think they are evil and should be avoided at all costs or (b) they are competent with them – are comfortable around them and realize that they are a tool, nothing more. You never seem to find women indifferent on the issue as you will with men.
Years ago my girl friend at the time was of the former category until I convinced her to go to the range – and seeing her attitude change with the fun of target shooting – I felt that I had turned her to the “dark side”
But getting them out there can be a challenge sometimes.
Which surprises me – one would think – particularly with so many women living either alone or as a head of the family – having a firearm around – and knowing how to use it – would be a source of comfort.
I lament that no pics exist of me shooting. No one thought about it when I was on the hand gun team in high school, and when we were hunting, we were hunting and someone stopping to take pictures would have earned him/her life long ribbing each Fall when hunting season came around again. Not worth it. (There were enough FUBARS each Fall to keep us in stories until the end of time – we didn’t need to invite them). My point is that even in the Great White Up we had Category B women, but we were VASTLY outnumbered by Category A females. I endured more scorn and vitriol from my mother’s friends (as did she for “letting” me ‘play with guns’) about my shooting than I ever did from any guy… of any age.
Sadly, for protection, I was reduced to a large Muela knife and an axe under the bed. We’re not allowed to carry guns for protection. More’s the pity.
Bill – I started out as a staunch member of Group A. Then I encountered Lex and the commentariat and the occasional post from the Great Man on his escapades with firearms. As I read more, and learned more and became more open to the idea of gun ownership – Obama came on the scene. That did it for me; he scared me enough to finally relent and get a permit. Hello Group B! The Oracle grew up around guns (as did I, ironically) and he was very eager for us to get the permits. It’s been a great time ever since. And now, when I’m out alone or home alone, I know I can defend myself. We’ve made some wonderful new friends, we started a new hobby together – one that we really enjoy thoroughly – and we’ve introduced a few other people who said they were in Group A…to Group B.
Kris – welcome to the “B” side! I have brought people out to my range – a wonderful 1,000 acre facility with everything from a 1,000 rifle range (got my own M1 Garand after taking their DCM class on that range) – to 300 and 100 yard rifle ranges, pistol, trap and skeet – anyway when these prospects come out for a day of shooting and discover that everyone out there is not a knuckle-dragging neanderthal – actually demographically speaking you will find neurologists, off duty police, plumbers, pilots…And they actually had a fun day at the range – it is nice to “turn them to the dark side”
DaisyMae – Kris – maybe you will like this story. My cousin who grew up a bit as a Tomboy on a farm knew how to shoot – and drive a jeep – since she was 10. She embarrassed more than a few boys growing up who wanted to impress her with their …driving and shooting.
Anyway for you all who were in the military – when it comes time for the shooting training you get results all over the map from various recruits.
. In my own experience – at Ft Ord – the Drill Sgt said to one recruit “Herbie, you couldn’t hit the Pacific Ocean”. (no that wasn’t me with a pseudonym )
And while the base has been closed for years, if you drive down Hwy 1 you will still see the rifle ranges – all set against the ocean.
Anyway my cousin’s son was in a phase of shooting training and a nationally renowned SWAT team was on base just to give them some tips – and pointers.
The SWAT Sgt complimented him on his accuracy and asked him where he learned to shoot.
My mama taught me was his reply.
Of course, there was laughter all around.
Mama’s – teach all sorts of valuable things.
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