I’ve taken a pile of cool-guy (sort of, if revolvers, knives, and grappling is actually “cool”) classes in the last 3 decades, but my only comp work has been—back in the day—bowling pin and Paladin stuff (that’s how old I am).
So, maybe a year ago, I mentioned mentoring a new, young shooter who works in the service industry, and closes brewpubs at night alone (imagine that: “Totem” in a brew pub… but I digress…) who was taking to the shooting arts like a P-F mod to beer, with her new G42 (her choice, from the Totem bag of evil).
A year later, the shoe is on the other foot, and yesterday she brow beat me into doing my first IDPA-type “fun shoot.”
Alas, poor Timmy, I knew thee well.
I’m hooked.
The good news: at every taping up, the RO kept calling—in a moderately surprised tone, considering that I was running a G42 in solidarity, “Aplha, Alpha… another two Aplhas… an Alpha and one Charlie…” No misses, no no-shoots on white, no Deltas. I can get hits on what I aim at.
The bad news: glaciers in the Pleistocene move faster than I do—and that goes quadruple, given the 3 mandatory reloads when running 6-round mags.
That said, I still beat some guys with RDS who punched no-shoots, and nobody made fun of either of us.
The best part: this is just what I needed to reignite the “passion of the gun.”
Looks like it will be a busy work year, with something to look forward to *every* Thursday night.
That is all.
Suck it, all you Timmies. Gamers rule.
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