I took an NRA handgun training course down in Idaho Falls today. My weapon of choice was the sweet Glock 17 with an added grip. I loved this gun, it fit my hand perfectly and just felt right.
It was a class of nine, with three seasoned instructors, held in the break room of the large, exceedingly busy and popular, Sportsman’s Warehouse.
After class we headed to a private gun range out in the sticks,
where the instructors assembled targets for nine shooters.
I first set down here…
But ended up here.
At the end of a 75 round shoot we got to fire at cans :-)
It was bitterly cold out on the range and the toughest part was loading ammo into the clips with frozen fingers. We moved back into a warm building afterwards to receive certificates and to hear the news about the latest shooting tragedy. How sad and ironic.
Here I am, a bus driver who loves and transports kids, defending his right to bear arms while some animal is taking children’s lives. Excuse me while I cry.
SlideShow (Glock 17)
Dad taught all his children how to handle a gun when they where very young. Stephanie can hold her own. I haven’t been shooting in a long time, but Dad used to call me Anne Oakley. I could hit every clay pigeon with the shotgun. And bottle caps from 100 feet or more. Forget the 38, that thing couldn’t hit nothing, it was to heavy.
One of the lessons today was that the best way to protect your children from guns is to educate them about guns, and teach them how to shoot at an early age. It’s too bad Steph had to work today, she would have enjoyed it!
I’m sure she would have. Yes, that was Dad’s thinking. Teach them, so they are not ignorant about how they work