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On the drive home from the range my lady took delight in mentioning she shut up the two guys to her left.
She didn't say anything, there wasn't any direct exchange of communication between them and her either. She just brought her target in and that was enough.
Our (she and I) whole shooting regiment just sets everything up for the "oh look, the cute little Chinese lady is going to shoot a gun".
She gets her lane, I pull out the pistols, put them on the deck, I personally load her magazines. I have enough magazines so she doesn't need to reload them during the 48 round match string.
Then to compound the event specifically at that moment the gun was having trouble running. Basically, it's my "game" gun, and I brought the trigger pull WAY DOWN. So it had light strikes because I reduced the hammer spring. So she had to clear, and check every time that happened.
This of course gives the impression she has trouble shooting.
So she can hear the comments, and how they talk. They are talking about how to shoot better (not "directed" at her, but implied I presume), and how certain guns are better for certain situations, bla, bla, bla.......... mind you she's shooting a 1911 in 45ACP with a milled on the slide red dot (it's clearly her MAN's gun, well, yes it is, but we have a lot of toys, and this one happens to be mine. I digress.).
Then she brings in her target from the 25 yard line, and all the sudden the guys stop speaking with authority when in regard to how they shoot because whatever they are telling each other is irrelevant. What every shooting prowess they thought they had over her was misplaced.
When they all went into the ready room their demeanor clearly had changed. They wouldn't counter comment whenever my lady talked about shooting things.
The pride I take is I'm basically her pit crew. I reload her ammo, load her magazines. Basically the only part she actually touches is the trigger. She doesn't even need to wash her hands afterwards.
Then to cap off her evening, she was in the ready room talking with folks, and someone asked where I was. She replied, oh, he's out picking up my brass. The room went silent with envy.
It might be my own little ego trying to ride on her coat tails, but whatever those guys thought of her shooting afterwards, yea, I'm that guy she's attached to, and I'm the one handling all the equipment and making it so she's spot on.
I do however need to change the hammer spring back to a heavier one.
She didn't say anything, there wasn't any direct exchange of communication between them and her either. She just brought her target in and that was enough.
Our (she and I) whole shooting regiment just sets everything up for the "oh look, the cute little Chinese lady is going to shoot a gun".
She gets her lane, I pull out the pistols, put them on the deck, I personally load her magazines. I have enough magazines so she doesn't need to reload them during the 48 round match string.
Then to compound the event specifically at that moment the gun was having trouble running. Basically, it's my "game" gun, and I brought the trigger pull WAY DOWN. So it had light strikes because I reduced the hammer spring. So she had to clear, and check every time that happened.
This of course gives the impression she has trouble shooting.
So she can hear the comments, and how they talk. They are talking about how to shoot better (not "directed" at her, but implied I presume), and how certain guns are better for certain situations, bla, bla, bla.......... mind you she's shooting a 1911 in 45ACP with a milled on the slide red dot (it's clearly her MAN's gun, well, yes it is, but we have a lot of toys, and this one happens to be mine. I digress.).
Then she brings in her target from the 25 yard line, and all the sudden the guys stop speaking with authority when in regard to how they shoot because whatever they are telling each other is irrelevant. What every shooting prowess they thought they had over her was misplaced.
When they all went into the ready room their demeanor clearly had changed. They wouldn't counter comment whenever my lady talked about shooting things.
The pride I take is I'm basically her pit crew. I reload her ammo, load her magazines. Basically the only part she actually touches is the trigger. She doesn't even need to wash her hands afterwards.
Then to cap off her evening, she was in the ready room talking with folks, and someone asked where I was. She replied, oh, he's out picking up my brass. The room went silent with envy.
It might be my own little ego trying to ride on her coat tails, but whatever those guys thought of her shooting afterwards, yea, I'm that guy she's attached to, and I'm the one handling all the equipment and making it so she's spot on.
I do however need to change the hammer spring back to a heavier one.
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