Tell Me Your Story

I’ve had the opportunity to make lots of new friends in the gun blogger community and reconnect with old thanks to the recent get-togethers organized by Lucky Gunner and the lovely and delightful Phlegmmy.  That list of bloggers I’ve met continues to grow.  In fact, I’m fairly certain it isn’t even complete.

But whether I’ve met you or not, I want to know your story.  The vast majority of my readers are firearms enthusiasts of some stripe.  How did that happen?  How did you become gunnies?

I’ll start.

I fired my first shot on New Years Day 2008.  I was 29 years old.  I had no prior experience with firearms of any kind. And I was scared to death.

I grew up in a household with no guns.  Not only no guns, but a fear of them.  I didn’t know anyone in my family had firearms in their homes until my granddad passed away in 2007 and my grandmother passed his rifle down to his nephew.  Seeing Nana holding that rifle was kind of a shock to my system.  I took a picture, laughing about the oddity of the image.

It sparked some discussion and the decision was made that we were buying a gun.  Michael‘s grandfather had been an avid shooter and gunsmith.  He had a pre-24 Smith and Wesson which was inherited by Michael’s father years ago.  Michael and his brother realized that would be the one thing they would fight about when it came time for one of them to inherit it.  We decided to settle it early and just go purchase a new one.

At the time, I really thought it was just idle talk.  You know, one of those do it eventually never really get around to it kinds of things.

But the time came to visit the dreaded gun range.  Yikes!  I had visions of some seedy place with bad lighting lecherous men.  Something akin to a pool hall.  I imagined walking in to be greeted with steely looks from people that didn’t appreciate new-comers.  But I put on my big girl panties and high-heeled boots and off we went.  My heart was racing for the entire drive.  What would it be like?  Would it be dangerous?

I was completely unprepared for what I saw.  I think I stood in the doorway to H&H for several seconds trying to process what I was seeing.  It was well lit and welcoming.  I was met with rows and rows of locked cabinets full of handguns in more varieties than I dreamed possible.  You mean there’s more to this than big blue revolvers and the Glocks I’d seen in movies?  The salesmen greeted us with smiles and offers to answer our questions.

We eventually found our way to the big blue revolvers.  At the time, Smith and Wesson had not released the 24 in the classic series, but they did have a 29.  It looked about the same and could fire both .44 Special and .44 Magnum.  We inspected it through the glass and talked some more.  A salesman approached and asked if we wanted to see it.  See it?  As in handle it?  My palms began to sweat.  I wondered if that would be safe.

Not only was it perfectly safe to handle it, but then he asked if we’d like to shoot one.  Shoot one?  Really?  Oh no.  I couldn’t.  This was too much.  Total. Mental. Overload.  And yet, a few minutes later, there I stood in a shooting lane with a loaded 629 in my hands.  Even though I’d just watched Michael shoot it, I was not prepared.

BOOM!

Damn! That .44 Magnum packs a punch.  And not just in your hands.  I felt the concussion in my chest.  But hey!  I hit paper.  Deep breath.

BOOM!

Hit the target hanger.  Yeah, probably time to put that down.

In hindsight, I realize that .44 Magnum is not exactly appropriate for a new shooter.  Live and learn right?  We’d also rented a Smith & Wesson M&P in 9mm on the recommendation of the salesman.  The guy at the rental counter even made sure it had the small grip insert installed.  He also showed me how it worked since I really had no clue.

You know, after shooting the .44 magnum, 9mm was nothing.  Bang! Bang! Bang!  Holy Crap!  This is fun!  And down the rabbit hole we went.  We bought that beautiful model 29 that day.  My first gun related blog post came a couple days later when we picked it up.  And on that day, a pair of gun nuts were born.

Hooray! Now I’ve just got to pick one out for myself. I plan to shoot several of the rentals on the range before I decide what I can really handle. Then we will start the process to get our conceal and carry permits. Long Live the Second Amendment!

And on the 25th of that very same January, I bought my first gun.  We became regulars at the range, shooting nearly every weekend.  (Man I wish we could still afford to do that.)  We purchased more guns.  We got our permits.  We started carrying every day.  Michael became a holster maker.  We took classes.  We got our NRA certifications as Range Safety Officers.  I helped teach classes for women.  I’ll shoot anything and everything someone will let me.

Image courtesy of GreatSatanInc.com

 

Which pretty much brings us to today.  So what about you?  What’s your story?

 

97 thoughts on “Tell Me Your Story”

  1. I grew up in a family without guns, and had no interest in them.

    In 1993 the BATF staged an impressive looking raid on David Koresh, a local nutter who was on good relations with the local police. They were sure to film the whole of “Operation Showtime” for their upcoming budget hearings.

    Somewhere along the way a bunch of women and children got killed by government agents.

    …and Bill Clinton responded by proposing more gun control.

    I decided then and there that I would own weapons and learn to shoot them, because clearly the government was no longer protecting the people, but was, in fact, the foremost predator living off of the people.

    Lots of hippies got radicalized during their college years.

    So did I.

  2. Love the story and I can’t wait until I get my holster from your husband. I would tell you my story, but it just started a couple of months ago. Also now my Mom and dad both own pistols my mom has a little Tuarus .22 and my dad bought the same 9mm I have. I have found in the short time I have been shooting that it is addicting and therapeutic. I enjoy your blogs keep it up.

  3. I shot a gun once in boy scouts. A .22LR and it was fun I think. I was young, shot it once, and it was just one more activity in a line of 1,000 things I did at camp.

    At 18 I went into the Marines where almost immediately, I was issued my M16. There were many like it, but that one was mine. Didn’t get to shoot it until about 2 months later almost. The Marines teach you everything from the ground up, so ‘grass week’ was a week of torturous pain of sitting in positions… all without being able to shoot. At all. After a week, we got to actually shoot and I discovered that I was good at it. It was easy for me to understand and I was able to control the rifle fairly easily. More than that, I discovered I liked it. I pull a trigger, and a hole gets punched into something 500 yards away. Better yet, I wasn’t using a scope.

    Fast forward about… 12 years. I move to Utah, guns are interesting, but that’s it. I get my Concealed Firearm Permit and my Ruger LCP. I start researching laws. I research how much the liberal community has screwed us in past years. I finally realised the difference between Liberals and Conservatives. Conservatives weren’t JUST religious whack jobs… Liberals have the mindset of “Well, it’s for the greater good.” while Conservatives say “It can’t infringe on rights. Much.” Then I discovered what a Libertarian was. “It can’t infringe on even the smallest person’s rights in any way, shape, or form.”

    So here I am, soapbox standing Libertarian, second amendment advocate, and reigner in of government nastiness! Ok, I don’t do much reigning in, but I do at least at the local level.

    Now I spend my time learning more about long distance rifle shooting, introducing new people, and teaching folks the firearm laws of Utah.

    A well informed, armed citizenry, is the best defence against a tyrannical government.

  4. I grew up in a rough neighborhood, full of drugs and crime. My father wasn’t around and it was hard to stay out of trouble. Some of my friends got a hold of guns as I was growing up, and occasionally one of them would end up shooting at someone, getting shot at, or even ending up dead. I avoided taking part in that, but my whole view of guns was skewed from a young age.

    I grew up and after high school I started working and started my family. One night some kid broke into my house while my family and I were sleeping. He didn’t hurt us, or even wake us. We just woke up to our TV and game system missing and a broken window. I decided I needed to take steps to protect my family.

    A friend of mine whose brother was a cop taught me some of the basics and took me shooting at the local range. Not only did I feel confident with a weapon after that, I fell in love with guns.

    A few years later here I am, armed to the teeth and full of enthusiasm for this awesome culture.

    What can I say, I love guns!

  5. I always love hearing about the enlightenment that happens when an adult discovers the “gun culture”. I posted my story, you should see it in your trackbacks.

  6. Grew up with guns, used to have to move the shotgun behind the door to get to the mop/broom 🙂 First ‘real’ gun at age 8 (.22 cal Stevens Favorite single shot), never got away from them. Grew up with pistol and rifle/shotgun in vehicles ever since I could drive. First CCW license in 1987 in FL. And that’s a nice pic of you shooting my M4gery 🙂

  7. My dad handed me a bolt-action Savage .22 on my 6th birthday. He said if I could hit the soup can on a nearby fencepost within 3 tries, then I could go shooting with him.

    I’ve been shooting ever since: rifles, pistols, black powder/cap-and-ball, flintlocks, caplocks, shotguns, magnums, and a whole range of arms in the Navy. My everyday carry is a 1911. And I celebrated the 50th anniversary of that first time, last month. 🙂

  8. Grew up in a house full of guns since my dad was a state trooper at the time and we had my great grandfather’s guns too. Was about 6 when dad demonstrated what a gun could do to a watermelon and started teaching us gun safety.

    At 19 I got my first pistol, a 1976 Browning Hi-Power, a gift from dad for graduating aviation A school while I was in the Navy. For many years I really didn’t shoot for lack of a range to go to.

    Fast forward to today. My wife and I now have two shotguns and four pistols going from .357 mag down to .22 pistol and we are starting to make a semi regular habit of going to the range, that will go up as income goes up.

    The turning point for me was San Franciso, after seeing so many people who were so willing to strip away our rights to make themselves feel better I said ‘hell no’ and went from passive owner to activity one

  9. Time to pull out the therapist’s sofa. And popcorn. And earplugs.

    Grew up in a turn-key Southern Baptist family (if the church doors were open, my folks were probably turning the key), so anything related to violence was wrong/bad/evil/not-good. Joined the Boy Scouts at the appropriate age of 12-ish, and of course I had to sign up for the Rifle and Shotgun merit badge course on my first summer camp. And Archery, too. Nobody bothered to tell me anything about “how” to shoot, just range safety and which target was mine. So I had no idea about “dominant eye” (I’m right handed…but left-eye dominant, so until I figured out that part…as an adult…I’ve had a very hard time hitting anything not resembling the broad side of a barn if I’m not standing directly inside the stupid thing). Basically, at a range of about 20 yards, I failed miserably to qualify for the merit badge. Ended up making up for it at a local campout a little while later, put down the rifle, and didn’t shoot again until I joined the Navy. They plunked me down in a class with a 1911 (chambered for .22 for us stupid maggots), showed us how to load (which was good…I’d never held a handgun before), and basically said to point the bangy-end downrange. We got 30 rounds and a very large cardboard target with a huge outline of a human…all of mine were center-mass, probably saucer-sized group. Not bad for someone who’d never held a handgun before, and still was trying to squint with my right eye. The instructor counted 28 holes….I tried to point out that the grouping in the center had left no cardboard for the two missing ones to leave a mark on, but he still wouldn’t give me credit for the two missing rounds (no extraneous holes anywhere else on the target), so I didn’t qualify for the marksman badge. I’m still pissed! Turned in the 1911 and didn’t touch another firearm until several years later (being a nuclear electrican’s mate on submarines doesn’t typically require much in the way of personal defense…can’t really shoot that frayed wire, now, can we?), my brother (Army guy) and I went to a range when he was home on leave, after I’d gotten out of the Navy (due mainly to that whole “nuclear” crap. I hate physics!). We spent a rather fun afternoon renting several handguns and every rifle the range had to offer, and blew through quite a few boxes of ammo (he was paying…which was nice). I figured out the whole left-eye dominant thing (never said I was the swuftest guy in the world), and my groupings started to get tighter, and I was actually hitting somewhere in the same state as what I was aiming at!

    Few more years down the road, and I’m married (again), except my wife has (had!) the same ideas about firearms as my parents did. Last summer, after about 6 years of me threatening to take her to a range somewhere, she loosened up a bit when my brother and his fiance came through town while he was on leave again, and we had to cancel some plans to go wakeboarding (which I also don’t care for….spent enough time on/under the water already, thank you very much) due to summer thunderstorms, so we went to a range. Rented a .357, which packed a fairly decent kick…so, understandably, my wife wasn’t too thrilled with her first shooting experience. My brother had bought a Walter P22 for his fiance (yeah…the pink one), so Jalissa asked if she could give it a try. After the pummeling she got from the .357, she absolutely LOVED the .22. We/she did some research after that, and we now own a pair of Springfield XD 9mm’s that we both enjoy the heck out of. I’ve also managed to acquire a Mosin-Nagant 91/30 (1942) and an Enfield (1913), as well as my dad’s old 12-gage and Jalissa’s grandfather’s Winchester Model 74 (traced the serial number, it was manufactured in ’49). Handguns are nice, but I’m a big proponent of the “stop em before they get close enough to shoot back” school of thought. Wish I could get to the range more often, but life and budgets tend to get in the way.

  10. I grew up in a farm family with guns always around. Started with my Dad’s old BB gun when I was seven and moved up to better air rifles. My first firearm was presented to me on the opening day of pheasant season by my grandmother when we stopped in at her house for lunch. It was her father’s 20 gauge quail gun. I will pass my great-grandfather’s gun on to my nephew when he is ready.

    Now I’m a confirmed gun nut by Jay G’s definition, too many to fit in one safe. I shoot CMP High Power Rifle with an AR-15 and a weekly social Bullseye Pistol league with .22s.

  11. Cliff’s Notes version: All my friends had BB guns as kids and we shot everything with them, including each other. In my mid-teens, my friend Randy’s dad used to give us each a brick (500 rounds) of .22LR, a rifle and pistol, and told us to go play in the woods. Hunted deer in my late teens and early 20s; got a old Argentine .45 pistol as soon as I could after 21. That sat on the shelf a lot more than I fired it.

    Didn’t do a lot of anything again until several years ago, where I got my CCH, started hitting the range frequently, and started writing about guns (and keeping what I tested when I could afford it).

    Now I write about guns and gear for Shooting Illustrated, do gear reviews for LuckyGunner.com, write about firearms, crime and law for Pajamas Media, and even have a couple of blogs.

    I’m not quite sure how it all happened, but I’m not complaining at all. 🙂

  12. Mostly grew up with it. Asked Dad to teach me to shoot when I was about 7, and loved it. Came a time when I first moved to OKC that I had to leave my guns- except for the .22 revolver- back with my folks; add job+marriage+kids+little/no money, and I didn’t shoot for years.

    Then things eased off some, and I found out about a range on a wildlife area and was able to start again. And taught the kids. Still going.

    My personal ‘get political’ revelation here:
    http://elmtreeforge.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-got-my-attention-on-gun-control.html

  13. I blame my girlfriend’s father. He’s big on hunting and has a nice collection of mounts in their living room. Whenever we were down at the farm I would work through the stack of gunnie mags that was sure to be on the table. Like anything I find interesting I read all of the theory I could lay hands on and one weekend he commented that I had done an awful lot of reading but not much doing. Shortly there after we were walking over to the back place with it’s 500 yard range. (A luxury beyond par for many, for him it’s just more grass to mow) with me schlepping a double rifle case and a 5 gallon pail of assorted stuff. We stapled up a couple of plain paper plates at two hundred yards and walked back to the bench. He pulled a Remington 700 heavy barrel out and set me up on a sandbag and let me get comfortable with the gun and find the plates through the scope. After I was set he passed me a single 220 Swift round and said “just get it on the plate”. I was clever enough to ask how the POA/POI would line up at that range and mentally adjusted. I will admit I was not ready for the recoil on that first round but damned if it wasn’t on the plate. a little left and low. He looked through the spotting scope, grunted and handed me another round. It landed within a couple of inches of the first. That got another grunt and another round. After ten rounds he suggested we walk down and take a look. Nice little four inch group. From a rest, no wind, yada yada. But they were all together and close enough to where I wanted ’em. At this point I was feeling a bit cocky but this had been planned for. We got back to the bench and he suggested I try something with a little more kick. Away went the Swift and out came the elk rifle. Another Remington 700 with all the weight pared off that he could, a bit of wear on the stock, and chambered in 300 WinMag. Again I got on the sandbag, got comfortable, and on target. Before he handed be a round he offered me a recoil pad for my shoulder. Pffft….no sissy bag for me. That got a chuckle and as he handed me one of his heavyish handloads he cautioned me to expect a bit more kick. I squeezed, the whole world exploded in noise, my shoulder went numb, and I used a word I had refrained from uttering around her folks before. I look over and the sternest man I know is laughing his ass off and the next morning I had a nice bruise on my shoulder to remind me. My five shot group at two hundred yards with the 300 WinMag was four inches. I was a little more humble after that…but not much. The next time down we took his new .45-70 single shot out to play with. Apparently he’s taken a couple of her past suitors to the range before. I was the only one to ask for more. And to his dismay I can generally get a tighter group than he can with his rifle.

    Shortly after I bought myself a pistol. A Springfield XD Tactical in .45 ACP and discovered that as much as I liked the rifles I loved handguns. The XD was originally my answer to some growing security concerns in the neighborhood but it’s become as much stress relief as anything.

    Then came the realization that a gun in the nightstand is useless unless I’m in bed and the concealed carry permit immediately followed, an XD compact, a Ruger MkIII, a SAA clone in .22, the Walther PPS that is my EDC, a couple of .22 rifles (A Henry lever gun to go with the revolver and a 10-22 that I want to do an Appleseed with), and the GF smacking her dad upside the head for getting me involved all followed in short order.

    I’ll have a few hundred bucks in hand after a little side job in a few weeks. I think I need a 1911. Or maybe an FNX… Or I could start building an AR…

    I don’t have a problem do I?

    BGM

    Oh…and I still have those two paper plates. They hang on the wall in my man cave. Right next to my qualification target from my CCW application.

  14. I grew up in a lot of different places, some very remote and we had a couple rifles for hunting and for use in butchering. I had a BB gun and then a Pellet Gun.

    After moving out to go to College (Northwestern in Evanston, IL) I had no guns and had no thought to own any. Over the years I developed a great interest in American history, especially the founding as well as historical fiction such as the naval fiction of Patrick O’Brien. I grew fascinated with black powder firearms and in 2006 I purchased a Kentucky Bounty percussion cap pistol kit from Dixie Gun Works. I built it and took it to the range (after doing quite a bit of research).

    All this while, I was living in Chicago and working in Central Illinois, so I had two residences. I was able to explore the gunnie world half of each week, then return to Chicago and resume my disarmed status.

    I also researched gun laws and the 2nd Amendment to figure out why Chicago was allowed to prevent me from owning handguns. In early 2007, when Parker v DC won in the DC Appellate, I contacted Alan Gura and Bob Levy asking them to come to Chicago and help us assuming their case prevailed at SCOTUS.

    I also attended my first Gun Rights rally, the 2007 Illinois Gun Owner Lobby Day (IGOLD) and becamed involved in IL gun politics.

    My case was filed as McDonald v Chicago, and it also prevailed.

    During the last 4 years I’ve been infected with Milsurpitis, and obsessively collect military rifles and have a C&R FFL license. I also have a couple defensive firearms (a few I can’t take to my house in Chicago) and several non-resident carry licenses.

  15. Well, I’m a gunnie who resides in the urban milieu of the Garden State.

    While I’ve been around guns all my life , I never had an interest in shooting till 2005.

    Sure, I shot BB guns with friends as a kid, and thought I was cool shooting up cans in various backyards, but that don’t count.

    My Father taught my Brother and I about gun safety, but none of us can recall exactly what was taught. Nonetheless, my Brother and I have a respect for firearms, that unfortunately, doesn’t seem to be, or simply can’t be taught these days to children without mass hysterics ensuing.

    Not sure what triggered it, but I became interest in shooting some of my Father’s Winchesters, but up till that point, he hadn’t shot any guns for about 30yrs, and didn’t know where to go to do so. So for a few months, I hemmed and hawwed about it. Looked into safety training, but didn’t book myself into a class.

    Then Katrina happened.

    Then either Bush or the guy who was running FEMA at the time said on national TV that the government has no duty to protect or provide for it’s citizens. It was a done deal at that point. I made the call to a local gun safety instructor and booked myself into a class. I figured that if all hell broke out in the NYC area, I’d be totally on my own, and let’s face facts here, the NYC area has how many millions of people in it? I can’t even fathom what would happen if some sort of disaster hit this area. So I decided it would be best for me to look into getting a gun and learning how to use it safely, and proficiently.

    I also wasn’t a fan of the Bush Administration, and I sorta figured by being a gun owner, I was in a way, being politically defiant. A finger in the air gesture that said I can take care of myself since the government wasn’t going to take care of me.

  16. I really became a gunnie in the mid-80’s, after I had been on my own for a while. My parents were both liberals, and though they had a handgun at one time, when I came along, they gave it back to my grandfather – they didn’t think it was safe to be around a baby and all.

    My grandfather had firearms, but the only one I ever shot was his pellet gun. A family friend let me and my brother shoot a .22 in his basement (I’m pretty sure it was loaded with shorts).

    Then in the mid-80’s, I got involved somewhat in centerfire silhouette shooting. I borrowed a Colt 1908 .380 from my boss to shoot my first match. A girl I worked withs’ husband took me out to Chattanooga Rifle Club and let me shoot several weapons, including a sweet S&W .44 Mag.

    I was hooked.

    Started collecting a few things (no revolvers), up to about 12 guns of different kinds, including an Olympic Arms CAR-15 with A1 sights. I was even going to get it converted to full-auto after I got back from boot camp (this was right when FOPA and that bastard Hughes came along).

    My collection dwindled down to nothing in the years after I got back from boot camp. Got an FFL right before I got sent to Desert Storm, but never really did anything with it.

    When I got married, I owned no firearms, but I bought a Marlin .22 bolt gun for my son. Made a desperation purchase of an FAL when Obama got elected, and an FEG Hi-power clone shortly after – got my GA carry permit.

    And here I am.

  17. I grew up in a liberal household, and for a long time wasn’t allowed even toy guns–I had to convince Mom that the Green Hornet was a squirter, but wasn’t a gun. That eventually loosened up, but we never had guns in the house. The first time I shot a gun was in Air Force basic training–’50 shots towards the woods’ with an M-16 converted to .22lr.

    A couple years later I managed a pizza place in Indiana, one of the few states at the time with shall-issue CCW. Police in the small town were less than competent, and the place had been robbed in the past, before I started. Got my license, got a Ruger Service 6 and a nylon belt holster, then not long after moved back to Ohio before carry was allowed. About a year later I sold the gun and bought a good bicycle.

    Decades later, Ohio started to change their laws. First open carry was ruled legal, then we got carry licenses. I did not immediately apply, but eventually my wife had a job with the property tax assessor’s office where she had to be on foot in bad neighborhoods. I convinced her that ‘we’ should get our licenses, in the hopes that she would carry. Discovered Ohioans for Concealed Carry, bought a gun for Wife, bought a gun for me, bought another gun and another…

  18. A few years back I came across my old workbook from 8th grade Civics. One of the questions was something to the effect of “What do you consider more important, freedom of religion or the right of due process?” I had written “Neither, the right to bear arms.” Funny, because I don’t recall being much interested in anything beyond toy guns at that age.

    Growing up I had bb guns and later on we played paintball, but I had several friends who were avid shooters in high school and I wanted in. My mom at the time was a hard core card carrying liberal (now a libertarian voting gun owner) and guns were verboten.

    As I still lived at home, I finally convinced her to allow me to purchase a firearm and keep it in the house. The only condition that I buy a gun safe for storage. Also, because I live in IL I needed my FOID card, and if you are under 21 a “parent or guardian” must sign off on it – a bit of a conflict of interest since someone over 18 has no guardian. But I digress.

    I started off with a shotgun in the year 2000, then went to a sporterized 1903 Springfield and then a Win. Model 70 in 7mm Rem. Mag. Funny that I went right for the big stuff before purchasing my first 10/22.

    In the past few years, now that the ban is over, I’ve been getting into the semiautomatics like AR’s and what not. One thing I will note is that since I live in a rural area and didn’t grow up with guns, I pretty much had to learn the rules of gun safety by myself. To that effect I have an old photo of myself posing my my new pistol with my finger in the trigger guard. I keep it to remind me how much I’ve learned since then.

    Now that I live out in the country I’ve got my own little firing range and life couldn’t be better!

  19. As a freshman college student, I had to write a controversial issues paper. I selected the topic of gun control, for which I was a strong supporter. But after doing the research necessary to write the paper, I completely switched sides. I’ve supported the right to keep and bear arms ever since.

    But I never actually had the opportunity to own and use a gun until a year and a half ago. I decided that I wanted to learn how to shoot and so saved my money to buy a .22 rifle. Then I went to the NRA Basic Rifle class.

    Now I go to the range every Saturday. I love to shoot.

  20. I’ve been shooting since about 5 or 6 years old. First out of the back of my parents house (literally, open the back double doors, and shoot into the pasture) then got into .22 3 and 4 position shooting. Growing up I only read science fiction, and firearms related books. I used to be able to quote ballistics for damn near everything in my reloading manual.

    After joining the Marines, I got to shoot M16a2’s, M4’s, .50 cal machine guns and Barret’s, M-19 grenade launchers, M203’s, M40a1’s, SAW’s, 240B’s, 249’s and M9’s, on top of getting to 4wd in humvee’s.

    Post military I picked up a job at a range, and got to shoot pretty much everything as it came out, and got to share everything I learned through the years by being an in house instructor for rifle, pistol, and shotgun.

    Since then I’ve changed jobs, and have been attending local fun shoot’s at a range down the road. Nothing like hanging in there against tricked out AR’s with the latest optics when I’m running a Thompson gun 🙂 (normally I run a Sterling AR-180).

    It’s weird to be able to say I’ve been shooting for over 20 years, when I’m only 29!

  21. Teaching ladies how to shoot. And seeing that they enjoy going to the range and that we can compete on an equal footing. I might have more years experience, but they have a better teacher (I had to teach myself).
    Range time IS an equal opportunity sport.

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