Took two new shooters to the range today (full report - with pictures - on Monday!). While we were there, a 20-something came in with his girlfriend in (fearful) tow. He rented a 9mm pistol, bought a couple boxes of ammo and some silhouette targets, and started blasting away.
Completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was not having a good time.
Then he hands her the gun. She looked at it like one would look at a toilet plunger after a bad weekend at og's. She took a shot. Had you placed a Madagascar hissing cockroach in her latte I doubt she'd have looked more ill-at-ease. She took another shot.
She put the gun down. "I don't like it!"
He shrugged and picked it up and emptied the magazine. Rapid fire, the best you could say for "accuracy" is that all rounds impacted the target (at 5 yards). She jumped every time the gun barked, spooked by the sturm und drang of this unfamiliar device. It was so bad the proprietors of the range came out and asked if they'd like to rent a .22. The boyfriend declined.
"We've shot 9mm before" was all he grunted.
I loaded up my S&W Model 17 and handed it to the young lady. I gave her a quick synopsis of revolver operation and how to line up the sights. She asked me to take the first shot - the gods of pistol shooting smiled on me, and the round impacted DFC. I handed the gun to her, moved to the side but still within arm's reach for support, and let her finish the cylinder.
"Oh! That's much better!" was her reply. As all five rounds landed in the center of the target (the center, mind you, which her boyfriend hadn't touched with three and a half magazines...)
The guy working the counter came back with a Ruger Mark III and two boxes of .22LR. The rest of the time there, the two of them shot the bull-barreled Ruger and complimented each others' shots. When I left with my two new shooters (that I started on the S&W Model 17 and 422, both .22s), the boyfriend had returned the Mark III and rented a GSG-5.
They were both smiling ear-to-ear as we left.
Total for the day: Two new shooters from my group, possibly a third in the young lady I introduced to the wonders of rimfire goodness. Life. Is. Good.
And then I get home and check my e-mail. A gentleman who asked my opinion on a new carry gun took my suggestion, bought a gun, and took it to the range - and loved it. One of my earlier new shooters has applied for his MA LTC - and is excited about the fact that he may be getting an unrestricted license.
It has been a banner day in Jay's gunnie universe.
That is all.