I have just been invited to become an instructor and a volunteer at the Shooting for Women Alliance. Susan, one of the owners, is an old friend of mine, as well as someone I introduced to working in a law office. Poor thing. Although she has since married a lawyer, and she (and he) seem(s) to be prospering.
So, back to the beginning: My dad had rifles and revolvers. The rifle(s), at least the one I remember, was a lever action 22. This was the rifle that I first shot at tin cans under my dad's supervision. He was adamant about gun safety. This was after we had left Bernardo, moved into Columbus on Preston Street, and was at pastureland he had leased south of town. This was the same pastureland in which I learned to drive, but that is another story for another time.
A long hiatus follows. The next time I did any shooting was at Aegis in Michigan when I was visiting Elizabeth in Ann Arbor. It was February of 2006 (I think), and COLD, as winter in Michigan can be to someone who has lived in Tennessee since 1984, but I had the opportunity to shoot a 9 mm Czech handgun at a paper plate target outdoors. I'm not too bad, and I still have the paper plate somewhere. I not only shot at the plate, I also picked the brass up out of the snow so it could be reloaded. Hot brass leaves a distinctive trail and can be found at the bottom of the snow, or if missed, can be found in the spring.
I am very grateful to my shooting mentors in Michigan since their input made me feel much more competent when I trained to get my HCP (handgun carry) permit in Tennessee. NOTE: the Tennessee permit is not about concealed carry but about carrying a handgun. Thus, open carry is legal, if not all that common in Tennessee.
