SouthernBoy
Regular Member
So I decided to hit the range this morning; the NRA Headquarters range. When I arrived, there was no one waiting for a lane and very few on any lanes so in I went, to lane four. Before long some more people showed up. The man on lane three was shooting a long slide Glock 34, something I don’t see often. He was good. His technique, hold, and fire control were right up there as was his accuracy.
The person on my right unpacked a small semi-auto pistol and a long barreled single action revolver, both in .22 long rifle. The targets were B27’s for head and upper torso, one of which was hung on the holder and sent out for use. This person was under five feet tall, perhaps around four feet ten inches, and to my real surprise was a woman. Now women are not uncommon on this range at all. But ones like this small lady are quite rare. She was maybe in her late 60’s to early 70’s with what appeared to be the onset of osteoporosis which gave her upper back a little hump and caused her to not be able to stand straight. A granny sweater completed the picture. She really looked like she stepped out of a Normal Rockwell painting.
There she was with her shooting bag, two handguns, ammunition, and targets going at it like the rest of us. After I left I was kicking myself for not patting her on her shoulder and telling her “Way to go”. Clearly she refused to be a victim.
The person on my right unpacked a small semi-auto pistol and a long barreled single action revolver, both in .22 long rifle. The targets were B27’s for head and upper torso, one of which was hung on the holder and sent out for use. This person was under five feet tall, perhaps around four feet ten inches, and to my real surprise was a woman. Now women are not uncommon on this range at all. But ones like this small lady are quite rare. She was maybe in her late 60’s to early 70’s with what appeared to be the onset of osteoporosis which gave her upper back a little hump and caused her to not be able to stand straight. A granny sweater completed the picture. She really looked like she stepped out of a Normal Rockwell painting.
There she was with her shooting bag, two handguns, ammunition, and targets going at it like the rest of us. After I left I was kicking myself for not patting her on her shoulder and telling her “Way to go”. Clearly she refused to be a victim.