We took a trip this weekend to my in-laws' vacation home in rural (and I mean RURAL) east Texas this weekend. There are several acres of pasture and hills and nobody around for miles. The perfect place to shoot. I recently purchased a old bolt action .22 rifle and have spent the past few weeks refurbishing it. This made my wife familiar with it. She had commented on it being interesting and neat, though she was adamant that she disliked guns. I figured it never hurts to try, so I packed up a box of sub-sonic target rounds and the rifle before we headed up here.
She was nervous about it but agreed this afternoon to go with me down into the pasture. After I fired a couple rounds, she realized the gun wasn't a fire breathing, ear-splitting elephant gun. We had the safety and proper handling procedures talk, then very nervously (and obviously, just to make me happy) she shot one bullet. Then she asked if she could shoot five more. Then she shot a few dozen more. After dinner, we returned to the pasture so that she could shoot the rest of the box.
She is now talking about getting her very own .22 bolt action for target shooting. This is the same woman who just this morning told me "I just don't LIKE guns" and wondered why I had such a large collection. Now, she wants to add more one to it and I couldn't be happier. So, the moral of this story is take somebody shooting. You never know what might happen.
She was nervous about it but agreed this afternoon to go with me down into the pasture. After I fired a couple rounds, she realized the gun wasn't a fire breathing, ear-splitting elephant gun. We had the safety and proper handling procedures talk, then very nervously (and obviously, just to make me happy) she shot one bullet. Then she asked if she could shoot five more. Then she shot a few dozen more. After dinner, we returned to the pasture so that she could shoot the rest of the box.
She is now talking about getting her very own .22 bolt action for target shooting. This is the same woman who just this morning told me "I just don't LIKE guns" and wondered why I had such a large collection. Now, she wants to add more one to it and I couldn't be happier. So, the moral of this story is take somebody shooting. You never know what might happen.