We had a short series of private lessons last year. At the end of the lesson, our show-boat instructor (a bear of a guy) put a bowling pin up and challenged us to his traditional "end of the lesson" shoot. We went back 65 yards, and he said to me, "Don't expect to be real accurate with that little gun. Just ain't got what it takes." He then used Phil's glock, and shot the bowling pin off the piling on the second try. I got my little Taurus Slim, got into a firing position that he criticized, and then shot the pin off on the FIRST try. At 65 yards. Priceless.
|Taurus 709 "Slim"|
The concentration required for target practice is as consuming as finding a creative "zone" and we come home worn out and mellow. And poorer by several boxes of ammunition! Then we spend an hour cleaning everything. Good times. Not for everybody, maybe, but that's part of what makes he and I such good friends, despite the fact that we're so different from one another in so many other way. So...target practice today with my husband. Followed by a lazy afternoon of reading in a quiet house.
Hope your New Year is full things you love to do.