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I am the NRA I am the NRA Well, not really. Faithful readers already know I�m a political turncoat to my sexual orientation. This is just a further manifestation of my right leanings. I don�t have a problem with guns, I have a problem with the misuse of guns and until that stops, the good guys should have every opportunity to blow away the bad guys with the same firepower they are confronted with. Amen, pass the ammo. So. My friend M---who IS the NRA---invites me to this Women�s Recreational Shoot at the firing range she belongs to. It�s all about gun safety and hunting safety and big guns and killing stuff. Now there were forty-two women attending this thing. You know that some of us had to have been in some stage of PMS and here they are putting high-powered sniper rifles in our little, bitty hands. If that didn�t scare the guys running this thing, nothing will. My friend Bonnie and M�s mom rounded out our foursome. Hey, we could have played sniper golf! We started out with a basic lecture on gun safety and safety in the field along with the rules and regs for the range. In spite of the fact that the rules were written by men, they made sense so they weren�t hard to follow. We started out on shotguns. Now I was pretty good back in the city with a hip shot for home defense, but I suck in the field. Granted, it has been 10 years since I had any firing-line time, but the shotgun was my weapon and yeah, I know before I was only practicing to cut down someone fool enough to break into my house and get cornered in a short hallway, but I could not hit anything on the range. 5 slowly lofting targets from right to left passed before me unscathed. The nice fella that was instructing me was kind enough to say that he couldn�t understand why two of my shots weren�t hits. I think he was being generous. Ditto for three tries at the sweeping ground targets. The ducks and rabbits in Kansas are in no danger from me. Bonnie is another story. That girl has never fired a shotgun in her life and she hit six of eight targets. Note to self---never piss Bonnie off� Next we moved on to rifles. We started on .22s, which are easy to handle and make a nice squirrel gun. Note to self---I could pick off the bird-feeder raiding squirrels from my deck with a nice .22. Next we all got to make like snipers with big guns that had great scopes, which is good since my vision sucks more everyday. I wasn�t comfortable with the position they had us sitting in to shoot, but I imagine not too many hunters carry a table and chairs into the field with them so this was not a �real-life� example of how-to. I did better here. After it was explained that if these were our guns, we would be firing them and then adjusting the sights to our personal shooting, I felt even better. All my shots landed within an area the size of a fist, but about 2 inches low and 1 inch to the right of the bull�s-eye. Now I understand the law enforcement video on sight alignment that my former employer markets to police training academies. Next we headed to lunch. The guys fixed up a real hunting-in-the-field meal for us. BBQ burgers and dogs with kraut. Potato salad and baked beans. I don�t think there were too many leftovers. This is where the day was supposed to end, with food and door prize drawings, but since they had 1/3 more ladies attending than they had planned, we all took more time than they had allotted at each firing station. Those of us that didn�t have to be somewhere else stayed to shoot at the position we hadn�t fired at yet, which for my group was pistols. Here I really shined. We started with little CO2 practice guns and worked our way up to the big pistols. Several of the women, heck, almost ALL the women brought their own guns. There were several shotguns and a couple of rifles, but mostly handguns. Here I managed nice tight groups over maybe a two inch spread. The CO2 gun was the most fun and they are really cheap so I may have to get myself one. The guy who was instructing us talked about how he takes his everywhere and practices any chance he gets, even in hotel rooms. Said he wonders why the cleaning staff has never commented on the little target and pellet containment system he sets up in his room. Duh! The stars of the pistol range were M and her mom. They both ended up taking home targets signed by the range master. The implication is that your shooting is so good you might want to frame this and hang it on your wall. Then we all gathered back at the picnic tables for door prizes! Everybody got a prize. In fact, they had so many prizes they started drawing names again. I got a deck of cards with the NRA logo on them, and a video, �Hunting with the Women of the NRA.� I asked M if it featured her but she said no. All in all a very good time was had by all and I would definitely do it again. In fact, I do believe I am going to take the Hunter Education class that�s required by the state so that I can pick off those pesky squirrels�
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