I wasn’t the only one. In the lane next to us was a young man teaching his girlfriend to shoot and there was another couple a few lanes over as well (and my wife out-shot ’em both 😀 ).
An hour or two of dry-fire practice beforehand REALLY paid off on the range.
.22 revolvers ROCK as a gun for first-time shooters. My wife learned a smooth, sustained trigger pull by starting out with the K-22 and the recoil and noise was non-existent.
What’s the secret for teaching your spouse to shoot? Patience, encouragement, reasonable expectations and a willingness to do something they like (but you don’t) in return.
I’ve been wanting to get her out to the range for months now, and I think I was able to do this outing because I started showing interest in her activities, so she started showing interest in mine. I wasn’t expecting my wife to turn into Debbie Keehart overnight, but I did want her to know how to safely operate the gun(s) we have for home defence, and in return, I’m going to the new Harry Potter movie with her next month. If and when we go shooting again, I’d like her to try out some rental guns: She had issues hitting the mag release button and slide lock lever on both my CZ’s, some maybe there’s something out there more suited to her hands. The big takeaway from today was her safety habits were/are first-rate, and that makes a trainer ‘s job so much easier.
Before I worked as a photog, I spent a couple of years behind the counter of a professional-level camera store. We had some of the best shooters in town buy from us, and some others as well.
One guy I’ll always remember was middle-aged dude who’d come in at the same time each Saturday wearing a photog’s vest and chat cameras with us, a VERY common occurrence in a camera store. He’d talk about shutter delay and X-Sync and motor drive speed and then, after an hour or two, walk out the door back to his car, take off his immaculately clean and pressed photojournalist’s vest and drive off.
Yep. He’d put on a shooter’s vest just to go into a store to talk about cameras. That was his idea of being a photographer.
He never came into the store during the weekday when all our other pro shooters would come in, and we never did figure out which camera this gentleman actually owned and used, but by gum, he could talk up a storm about every one on our shelves.