grey8833
40 Cal.
Well, here is one for you married shooters.
The wife lets loose with the "We don't spend any time together anymore" ("cringe".....anyone heard that one before?). So then she lets out the challange: "OK, if you go to my yoga class, I will go shooting with you! So there, I dare you!"
Ok, says I, You are on! I do martial arts, how bad could yoga be? Well, one sprained back later she felt she had to hold up her end of the bargan. So it was off to the range.
Now, what to shoot. I have a rifle and a pistol, and being a "mid life crisis" kind of guy, and a black powder shooter, the rifle is a ToTW .60 cal Hawken and the pistol is a, yup, you guessed it, a Colt Walker. Soooooooo, I settled on the Walker (it's smaller???) :rotf: .
Well, she is not one to back down (she has had MS for 40 years, uses a cane and refuses to sit at home - thus the yoga) so it was off the the range with a grim face (she was not big on guns at all - nearly anti-gun you would have to say :nono: ).
Well, we got to the range and I had her pop six caps with no powder just to get used to the hammer fall. Then I loaded up (light - 45 grains, fffg - well, light for a Walker) and let two rounds go down range > just to get her used to the booom!
So the last four are hers. First boooom! and all I hear is this hysterical giggling :shocked2: , followed by three more Boooms! More giggling and a "Wow! this is fun! Load me up again!" So, three hours later and here I am... "Honey, its getting late, I have things I need to get done this afternoon / evening, my back is killing me (yoga) and exactly what are we doing for dinner?" Reply: Dinner hell, load this thing again! (her coordination is a bit impared and would require a loading stand, which I failed to bring, so I was loading > who knew I would be out here hoping the sun goes down).
I think I created a monster - a small monster - but a monster none the less:
I ask, just to be sure this was not a fluke: "Honey, want to go shooting again this Sunday? Reply, with no hesitation, SURE!: I think I am getting good at this> 1st Target, the big orange marker is the 25 yard spotter for the "shoots 6 inches high" Walker:
Well after three hours even she (hard head) admits the Walker is tiring (both her hands don't cover the grips and most of the scatter is due to the weight of the gun). I nod sagely and agree (helps that's true).
Well, she does not know it, but there is now an 1862 Police coming from Taylor (Merry Christmas) and I am going to make the pretty little thing (the 1862 is a beautiful pistol) a loading stand - she can load her own da-m gun, darn it.
Mike F
The wife lets loose with the "We don't spend any time together anymore" ("cringe".....anyone heard that one before?). So then she lets out the challange: "OK, if you go to my yoga class, I will go shooting with you! So there, I dare you!"
Ok, says I, You are on! I do martial arts, how bad could yoga be? Well, one sprained back later she felt she had to hold up her end of the bargan. So it was off to the range.
Now, what to shoot. I have a rifle and a pistol, and being a "mid life crisis" kind of guy, and a black powder shooter, the rifle is a ToTW .60 cal Hawken and the pistol is a, yup, you guessed it, a Colt Walker. Soooooooo, I settled on the Walker (it's smaller???) :rotf: .
Well, she is not one to back down (she has had MS for 40 years, uses a cane and refuses to sit at home - thus the yoga) so it was off the the range with a grim face (she was not big on guns at all - nearly anti-gun you would have to say :nono: ).
Well, we got to the range and I had her pop six caps with no powder just to get used to the hammer fall. Then I loaded up (light - 45 grains, fffg - well, light for a Walker) and let two rounds go down range > just to get her used to the booom!
So the last four are hers. First boooom! and all I hear is this hysterical giggling :shocked2: , followed by three more Boooms! More giggling and a "Wow! this is fun! Load me up again!" So, three hours later and here I am... "Honey, its getting late, I have things I need to get done this afternoon / evening, my back is killing me (yoga) and exactly what are we doing for dinner?" Reply: Dinner hell, load this thing again! (her coordination is a bit impared and would require a loading stand, which I failed to bring, so I was loading > who knew I would be out here hoping the sun goes down).
I think I created a monster - a small monster - but a monster none the less:
I ask, just to be sure this was not a fluke: "Honey, want to go shooting again this Sunday? Reply, with no hesitation, SURE!: I think I am getting good at this> 1st Target, the big orange marker is the 25 yard spotter for the "shoots 6 inches high" Walker:
Well after three hours even she (hard head) admits the Walker is tiring (both her hands don't cover the grips and most of the scatter is due to the weight of the gun). I nod sagely and agree (helps that's true).
Well, she does not know it, but there is now an 1862 Police coming from Taylor (Merry Christmas) and I am going to make the pretty little thing (the 1862 is a beautiful pistol) a loading stand - she can load her own da-m gun, darn it.
Mike F