Saturday was an NRA "Women's Day at the Range" at our club. Kind of a beginners day without macho fathers/husbands/boyfriends along. I've never seen our parking lot so full. We had about 120 women come for an hour of talk and then an hour each at .22 rifle (indoor), trap, and outdoor pistol. Oh yes, and lunch, too. Not to mention a little whip crackin' and fast draw demo by a group of traveling New Jersey cowboys right after lunch.
I got to demo a couple of my .22 pistols to seven different women. Had them shooting at blank paper at 7 yards for awhile and then we put up bullseye targets, still at 7 yards. After they shot their fill of .22, we all swapped over to whatever CF pistols we had brought. Mostly .38 special. I brought a WWII Remington .45 that they loved to shoot with GI ammo. None of this wadcutter stuff. I also had a Ruger Bisley in .44 Mag. Those were downloaded a bit, but still had enough poop to bring a smile to their faces.
It's almost funny. I never told them the guns kicked hard. Just to grip a little tighter and squeeze the trigger. Not one complained about the recoil or developed a flinch that I could see. All had a great time, including me. Think I only shot maybe five rounds all day. Watching their faces as they popped off a few rounds for the first time was like watching kids open Christmas presents.
A couple of real cuties. One teen in Menonite dress & cap. A couple of grandmothers. One gal who just couldn't stop talking about anything unrelated to what we were doing at the moment. She'd get a grip, push the pistol out to arms length and then talk about something entirely different. A real test of patience, but I think (hope) I passed. She did shoot a lot, if not well, and seemed to have a good time.
Great fun,
Norm