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<blockquote data-quote="BadgeBunny" data-source="post: 1155343" data-attributes="member: 1242"><p>This in spades. When GC and I got together all I knew about guns was I did not like them. I lost a close classmate in junior high school to an accidental shotgun blast and was not only not interested in them but terrified also. It didn't help matters any that during my wilder, younger days a fella fighting with my boyfriend yanked out a .45 and fired several rounds at us. How in the hell he missed is beyond me, but you have not been scared until you have heard the whistle of a bullet flying past your ear.</p><p></p><p>If any of your wives are like me, a class is not going to help at first. I can tell you what GC did and maybe it will spark something that will help you out.</p><p></p><p>1. He never pushed his guns off on me. Every time he went to the range he asked me if I wanted to go, NOT if I wanted to shoot -- if I wanted to GO. I probably went out to Harry's with him for almost a year and took a book and read while he shot. He would ask me every time we went if I wanted to shoot. If I said no he left it at that. If I showed any interest he let me shoot, even if it was only one bullet and never pushed me to do more than I wanted.</p><p></p><p>2. When he cleaned his gun (and he did every single time he shot them) he did it in the living room <img src="/images/smilies/disappoint.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":disappoin" title="Disappoint :disappoin" data-shortname=":disappoin" /> where I could see what was going on whether I wanted to or not. Looking back, there was always something he "needed" help with ... Yeah, right ... He had been shooting and cleaning guns since before he could stand up really good, but I was a dunce and bought it hook, line and sinker. <img src="/images/smilies/disappoint.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":disappoin" title="Disappoint :disappoin" data-shortname=":disappoin" /> Of course, while I was "helping" he was taking that opportunity to show me different things in a nonthreatening and nonconfrontational environment. Play with your grip, play with the trigger, look at this, this is what is different about these two guns, this is what is the same ... you get my drift.</p><p></p><p>3. He did things with me he didn't want to do (like go shopping) and then if I didn't want to go to the range said things like "But honey ... I went shopping with you ... " <img src="/images/smilies/disappoint.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":disappoin" title="Disappoint :disappoin" data-shortname=":disappoin" /></p><p></p><p>4. He never told me that this gun or that gun was "too much" for me to handle. He would say "this is gonna have some snap to it" -- he never prejudged the recoil of a weapon for me. He left that to me. It was pretty funny when I first told him that I preferred the 1911 .45 he had over the Glock 17 ... But for me overall the experience of shooting the .45 was better than it was with the .9mm. Now I will shoot anything ... <img src="/images/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /></p><p></p><p>Consequently, I knew an awful lot about guns before I ever fired more than a magazine or so at a time. I was also comfortable with handling a gun ... not shooting, but making sure one was unloaded and safe, how to unload a loaded gun, how to hold one, keeping my finger off the trigger all the time, etc.</p><p></p><p>5. Finally, he drug me kicking and screaming (and I am not kidding here) to an IPSC match out at the Oklahoma City Gun Club. That was all she wrote ... The pooch was screwed. Once I figured out guns could be fun I was sunk.</p><p></p><p>THEN, I took my conceal carry class and got my license. I am never without my gun. In fact, I fussed at GC today because when we went to the store I had my gun but he did not take his ... </p><p></p><p>And to close ... be careful what you wish for guys ... <img src="/images/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /> A shooting wife is expensive ... <img src="/images/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /><img src="/images/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /></p><p></p><p>Actually, good luck to you fellas ... GC has been where you are. If he can "git'r done" so can you!! <img src="/images/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" data-shortname=":D" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BadgeBunny, post: 1155343, member: 1242"] This in spades. When GC and I got together all I knew about guns was I did not like them. I lost a close classmate in junior high school to an accidental shotgun blast and was not only not interested in them but terrified also. It didn't help matters any that during my wilder, younger days a fella fighting with my boyfriend yanked out a .45 and fired several rounds at us. How in the hell he missed is beyond me, but you have not been scared until you have heard the whistle of a bullet flying past your ear. If any of your wives are like me, a class is not going to help at first. I can tell you what GC did and maybe it will spark something that will help you out. 1. He never pushed his guns off on me. Every time he went to the range he asked me if I wanted to go, NOT if I wanted to shoot -- if I wanted to GO. I probably went out to Harry's with him for almost a year and took a book and read while he shot. He would ask me every time we went if I wanted to shoot. If I said no he left it at that. If I showed any interest he let me shoot, even if it was only one bullet and never pushed me to do more than I wanted. 2. When he cleaned his gun (and he did every single time he shot them) he did it in the living room :disappoin where I could see what was going on whether I wanted to or not. Looking back, there was always something he "needed" help with ... Yeah, right ... He had been shooting and cleaning guns since before he could stand up really good, but I was a dunce and bought it hook, line and sinker. :disappoin Of course, while I was "helping" he was taking that opportunity to show me different things in a nonthreatening and nonconfrontational environment. Play with your grip, play with the trigger, look at this, this is what is different about these two guns, this is what is the same ... you get my drift. 3. He did things with me he didn't want to do (like go shopping) and then if I didn't want to go to the range said things like "But honey ... I went shopping with you ... " :disappoin 4. He never told me that this gun or that gun was "too much" for me to handle. He would say "this is gonna have some snap to it" -- he never prejudged the recoil of a weapon for me. He left that to me. It was pretty funny when I first told him that I preferred the 1911 .45 he had over the Glock 17 ... But for me overall the experience of shooting the .45 was better than it was with the .9mm. Now I will shoot anything ... :D Consequently, I knew an awful lot about guns before I ever fired more than a magazine or so at a time. I was also comfortable with handling a gun ... not shooting, but making sure one was unloaded and safe, how to unload a loaded gun, how to hold one, keeping my finger off the trigger all the time, etc. 5. Finally, he drug me kicking and screaming (and I am not kidding here) to an IPSC match out at the Oklahoma City Gun Club. That was all she wrote ... The pooch was screwed. Once I figured out guns could be fun I was sunk. THEN, I took my conceal carry class and got my license. I am never without my gun. In fact, I fussed at GC today because when we went to the store I had my gun but he did not take his ... And to close ... be careful what you wish for guys ... :D A shooting wife is expensive ... :D:D Actually, good luck to you fellas ... GC has been where you are. If he can "git'r done" so can you!! :D [/QUOTE]
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