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I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

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Parental Shooters

My mom and dad specifically requested a day at the range while they were here visiting, and the MO and I were only too happy to oblige. As I mentioned earlier, the MO even purchased a new gun for the occasion (like he really needed a reason!).

Dad hadn't shot anything since his stint in the Navy (in the '60's) and Mom had only shot one time when Grandpap took his kids out to shoot his Luger sometime when she was a little kid, so this was basically a "New Shooter" situation.

The night before we went through the mechanics of each gun and basic safety. They both dry-fired each revolver, loaded magazines for the automatics and learned how the sights worked on each gun.

The MO had a "lesson plan":

the New Gun
the new revolver (S&W 617 .22 LR),

.22 automatic (Browning Buckmark),

.38 revolver (then same gun with .357) (Ruger Security Six),

.40 automatic (H&K USP Compact .40 S&W).

I think this progression worked very well. The new S&W .22 revolver is solid and easy to shoot (and needs a name, Mr. MO!), and Flora and Ivan are both incredibly well-behaved, and then Hans comes along and gets your feet back on the ground (for me, at any rate--I can't hit the side of a barn with that .40--serious flinching).

After "Gun Safety 101" Dad was stoked but Mom was feeling a little unsure about the whole venture. I tried to tell her all the things I do to calm myself down, which was probably precisely the wrong thing to do (more to remember!) but by the time we got to the range the next day, everybody was ready to go. Since The New Gun hadn't even been fired yet, the MO warmed up with it while I ran a magazine through Flora (heavens to betsy, I do love that gun!) and then we started with Dad on the .22 revolver.

Dad gets ready
Cool Hand Nan in action

We worked our way through all the guns (Mom wasn't too thrilled with the .357, but she had one of the best targets of all with the .22 revolver):
One of Mom's .22 targets

Here's Dad shooting the .40 under the MO's watchful eye.
Dad moves on up!

I'm very proud of them both. My Mom is a better shot than I am, and I've been doing this for a year! I'm going to blame part of that on my unwillingness to wear glasses ;-)

All in all, I think it was a successful outing, and I wonder if my folks might be seriously considering adding a firearm to the household. We definitely talked about how much land might be required to house a private shooting range once they move out to Texas. And they haven't even shot Chester or Maggie yet!

Once more, with feeling: "God Bless America!"

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