Let me begin by saying that male gun folks have almost always been among the kindest and least sexist people in any traditionally male pursuit I have ever been in. They are helpful, have lots of knowledge to share, and are very encouraging.
Most of the time, men that don't know me will be polite enough to watch and see how I handle my guns, and how I shoot, before making an opinion.
Sometimes, they will abandon all male pride to the wind, and just scamper over to admire the collector guns I may have brought to shoot.
The only real flak I have ever gotten was from one ass of a rangemaster that kept insisting I should let my hubby clear some particularly stubborn jams that an old M-1 Carbine of mine was doing.
I patiently explained that it was *my* gun, I had been working on it, and if he would kindly leave me alone, *I* would figure it out. (It was a sticky gas piston, btw, I found when I got it home)
He insisted, although I had been extremely careful about Rule #1 the whole time, I mean, I wasn't waving the muzzle around while wrestling with it or anything.
He was such an arrogant pig that I finally tossed my NRA instructor's credentials on the shooting bench, and told him leave me hell alone.
He wandered away, snuffling and muttering about "damned bitches with guns", and I vowed never to go to his range again.
I shed no tears, when the place folded about a year ago.