Where I make my dad proud… again.
When I was about 13 years old or so, my dad decided to take me and my younger brother and teach us how to shoot a gun. He bought a revolver (and later a rifle) for us to practice on and we would go to the shooting range and aim at targets. He was all about safety and teaching us how to shoot properly – my dad used to shoot in competitions, so he knows a thing or two.
One day some guy walked over to where we were all shooting and started to talk to my dad. I happened to overhear the conversation… my dad explained that, yeah he was teaching us how to shoot and he said something to the effect about how his daughter (aka me) was picking it up pretty well but his son, on the other hand… and he kind of shook his head. I never forgot that… my dad doesn’t express himself often so knowing that I was making him proud was a big achievement for me.
Anyway, that was over a decade ago and I haven’t been shooting since. But my brother and his girlfriend are in town this weekend and so we all decided to go out to the shooting range. My dad spent some time teaching the girlfriend how to shoot since she had never picked up a gun before and then, after reminding me how it’s done, hands me his new 9mm Glock and basically lets me have at it.
So I pick up the gun, aim and shoot… and literally yell out a “wow!” because the kick back (when the gun jerks back on you) was so powerful, it took me by surprise. But what do you know, my very first shot… right in the middle of the target. Hello bullseye.
However, that kick back kind of sucked and made me a bit nervous. But I continue shooting, trying to do my best to keep my bullets in the same general area. My dad leans over to me after a while and tells me that I’m pulling the trigger too fast… I should be pulling it very slowly and smoothly. So, after realizing what he means, I adjust my shooting technique… and hello, I have 3 shots in a row literally right next to each other. When I turn to see the smile on my dad’s face, I can tell I’ve done it right. (If you go shooting with my dad, the goal is not to have a bullseye every time, the goal is more to have all your shots clustered around a small area. Means you’re being accurate and consistent, I think.)
Anyway, we’re there for about 2 hours and I can feel myself improving (and I have the paper targets to prove it) and getting more comfortable with the gun. My brother’s girlfriend is also improving as well… but my brother I think gets a little overeager and so when he shoots, he’s kind of all over the place. When we leave, my dad tells my brother’s girlfriend that she did a good job, especially for it being the first time she’s picked up a gun. And then my dad literally puts his hand on my shoulder and tells me I did very well.
And for the rest of the night he’s been teasing my brother how he doesn’t know how to shoot a gun properly. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if you tried. :)
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