Ron’s got a great post on the risk/reward factor associated with becoming really good at practical shooting.
When I started this blog, it was called “The Quest For ‘C’ Class”, because that was the shooting goal I set for myself. I knew that if I reached USPSA C Class, it would mean that I could probably shoot a stage without a lot brain farts or bad shots. C Class means that you can run through a stage and not eff it up, for the most part.
Sorta. At times. Usually.
Which is right where I want to be, because the amount of effort it’d take to push me up the hill to B or even A class just ain’t worth it to me. This is my hobby, not my life. I’m doing this to keep my family safe, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me to neglect my family to go practice if they’re the reason why I’m doing this.
To quote that underrated 20th century philosopher, Popeye the Sailor Man, I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam.
And I’m ok with that.