The More-or-Less-Annual Parental Visit begins this weekend (woohoo!!) and the MO has made some adjustments to the household armory. (I know those don't sound related, or at least not in a good way, but they are, and it doesn't involve any in-law enmity.) Dad wants to go shoot pistols, so the MO came up with a "new shooters" plan, which starts with a small revolver and works up to a large automatic. To do this, though, he needed a small revolver.
A .22 revolver was supposed to be the first installment in the gun purchasing plan but we ended up doing it totally backwards (big stuff first, little stuff later) so we didn't have one. Until last weekend! MO traded in a well-marketed-and-very-expensive-but-not-so-well-manufactured 1911 for the biggest .22 I've ever seen. (Ok, technically the 6" barrel one would be bigger, but hey, it's still quite a hefty small-caliber revolver.) It is pretty cool to pop that cylinder open and see ten-count-em-ten rounds....
I think it will be an excellent introduction for the parentals. They've been listening to me rave about shooting for just over two years now, so I just hope they enjoy it as much as I think they will.