Big Guns...Not the Muscular Kind

Koko Head Shooting Complex, Pistol Range

This weekend I had to take an NRA Certified Firearms Instructor course. What I didn't know was that my Dad totally FORGOT that the class was Friday - Saturday, and not Saturday - Sunday. :P Luckily my Dad is longtime friends with the instructor and somehow managed to squeeze the 18 hours into 8.

I haven't gone to the range to do any actual shooting in years. I don't think I even came to the range with the last 2 boyfriends I've had (I'd make them go on their own so Dad would get to know them...mwahahahaha). So there I was, taking a course to TEACH others how to handle firearms when I haven't done so myself in a looooong time. There were two other students, one of which was a retired firearms trainer for the HPD (taking the course as a refresher) and the other a firearms trainer for DLNR. Grrrrrreat. So I was smart and told them to use me as a "student" so that the instructor could rate them. hehehe. "I'll run the powerpoint slides." I said.
Of course my Dad always is the nosy one and wants to "correct" how the guys are teaching, so I said, "Dad! Leave us alone, they are trying to learn how to teach!"

Suicidal crane bird? (see red arrow)

I'm still a little scared about handling guns, let alone having to teach someone else how to handle them, so I decided to go again the next day to practice shooting. Of course, my Dad wants to always make things harder on me, and made me shoot only on a target that had a solid black rectangle in the middle. I needed to get all my shots in the rectangle, or at least in the white part of the paper and not in the cardboard:

Not too bad, one shot dead center

45 cal, Springfield Armory

Gee I look mean...arrrgh my arms look so fat!

Me again, with a revolver

I plan to go to the range on Sundays to get more practice and to be more comfortable for when I finally get to teach someone (and make money hahahaha). I'm a bad azz bitch! :)