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A Lovely Day at the Range
Been trying to get to the range more. It’s amazing how a stone-cold proficiency with firearms helps keep the nightmares at bay. During one of my sojourns to said range, I saw a flier for a “Women Only” concealed carry/pistol introduction class.
Made me think. All the years Mrs. Mongo has seen me carrying, has watched as I enter the house after the workday, grab the nearest kid, and task him/her with “unload, clear, and safe this weapon,” I cannot recall her actually going to the range. Sure, she did some rooty-poot pistol work when she went into the Army,
But, on consideration, nothing since then. I kind of figured that the arc of my own life (wherein one feels naked without some kind of firearm, somewhere on one’s body) kind of magically transmogrified to the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo. Sadly, no.
Okay, babe, you’se gotsta hafta go to this course. She had trepidations (What if I’m the only mom there and all the other girls are tattooed 20-something bippies wearing tactical pants and sports bras?), but finally agreed.
She loved it. Came out of the class wanting to hit the range again, soonest. I’ll put this one in the win column.
Published in General
Yep.
Two of my galpals who are both armed to the teeth are always trying to get me to go. I think I will. I want to be a badass.
From what I’ve seen, you’re not going to qualify.
It must’ve been tough when the last kid left the house and you had to try to teach the German Shepherd how to clear your pistol.
Why not? What does it take for a woman to be a badass?
Depends if you put a space in the middle of the word.
“Have a legendary day!”
Ha you’re just lucky you explained, because I was going to ask the same question as @judithanncampbell
C’mon, you should know by now where my mind is going to go.
Me too. Gotta get my DH to find the gun we bought for me and take me out.
Uh. What?
Inside Voice: Breathe-in, breathe-out, breathe-in, breathe-out. Do not launch. I say again, do not launch. Nobody–I mean nobody–on this site wants to know where you are about to take this. So, chill, dude.
The first time I took my wife shooting we went to the police indoor range. After every quarterly qualification the Bureau gave us 250 rounds for practice on our own time.. She didn’t want to shoot, until she did shoot. We burned through 250 rounds, and I said that’s it, were out of ammo. She said; Can you get more? I replied; Do you mean tonight? She replied; Well, yeah, tonight. I said; Sorry, not tonight. Note to self: Ask the range master for 500 rounds.
My wife and I have been going to the range once or twice a month for about a year. She especially likes the Beretta .45, even though it’s almost as big as she is.
I love to go to the range. AUDad likes to load ammo. I prefer to unload it myself.
Take me out (shooting).
As I’ve said on this site often, we practice every couple of weeks. Hubby calls me “Annie,” as in, well, you know . . . I call him “Wild Bill.” It’s fun.
I can see some excellent role-playing ideas here.
Kathy Jackson at The Cornered Cat is a good resource. Great articles and well selected links. She says
She has articles about holsters specifically suited for women. She’s supposed to be a very good instructor, too.
Sporting clays every week. Pistol range whenever the mood strikes us. Oh people who don’t live with weapons have no idea what they’re missing!
Shooting sports are practicall the only events where men an women compete on exactly the same terms. Guns are the great equalizer in every possible way.
Molon labe, indeed!
My wife isn’t much on shooting guns herself, but I still tease her that she’s the only wife I know who could fall asleep to the sound of gunfire.
One of our local shooting ranges is a pretty large complex, and all the skeet stations have parking right in front. I was out with both my boys one day and she had to come by to pick up the youngest to go to a birthday party or some-such. She got there a little early, parked right in from of our station and being that it was a beautiful spring day lowered all the windows in the car. After 15 minutes or so it was time for her to leave with my youngest son, and we walked back to the car to find her taking a nap.
lol :) I knew a Hawaiian girl who was very beautiful, and very tough. She was talking about self defense one day, and she said, “It is possible for a woman to knock a man to the ground.” She kind of nodded her head, and said, “That is possible”-but then her eyes grew wide, and she said “But once you get him down, you’d better run very fast, because when he gets up, he is going to be really mad.”
Aaargh! I totally approve of my husband’s arsenal and our general living condition of being armed to the teeth but I just cannot stand the gun shows on TV. I generally want to go to sleep while my hubby is still watching TV, and I actually like having a movie (or even Pickers or Pawn Stars) on to fall asleep to. But the gun shows drive me nuts – my one rule – no gun shows at bedtime. Especially the hokey Impossible Shots.
Such a soothing rhythm.
That is hysterical!!!!!! @arahant, how do I get the link to send it to Jerry? Oh, I’ll just go to youtube. Actually, he still keeps asking me if I’m enjoying myself, since I was very resistant to start, and except that I tire sooner than he does, we’re pretty equal in skill so it’s easy to encourage each other.
And The Simpsons had the best name for the store:
Let’s see: “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WO23WBji_Z0”
Get a .22. You can shoot it forever.