I got set up in my and my wife's designated lane. As my wife stood back chuckling, I fumbled around with the large silhouette target and the funky staple gun. Then I retrieved her New Heritage Rough Rider .22 revolver from the bag and grabbed a re-purposed peanut butter jar full of bulk Federal .22 LR ammunition.
Last night, after I helped my friends get their weapons squared away, I came back to my wife to see she had owned the silhouette target. As much as we love that old army action style revolver, it was time to put it down and get to work on a new gun. We had two magazines between us, and copious amounts of .22 lr ammo to burn up, so we got to it.
When she first learned to shoot, she was deathly afraid of anything weapon with a bore diameter larger than a 22. She absolutely refused to fire my FN FAL or my 9mm pistol. In fact, the first gun she bought was chambered for 17 HMR. I love the irony. The 17 HMR has a slightly higher recoil impulse than my Ruger 10/22 does. It did set the stage, however, and after she warmed up to my 10/22, she got a CRR model for herself.
Nowadays, she will try bigger stuff. She's fired a TC Venture .308 rifle, fell in love with my AR 15, shoots my M9A1 like she stole it, has been caught on film shooting a .454 Casull from a Raging Bull, and has even tried my SP101 with full house magnum loads. She's no longer the timid little thing that she was six years ago.
Last night, my friend Amy and I were standing back, loading magazines, while Lindsay was shooting zombie splatter targets with impunity. She commented on how well Lindsay was shooting, and as I looked around the range, I told her that Lindsay was shooting better than every guy in the range. To that, Amy just chuckled because she knew I was right.
Neither of us can wait until our children are big enough to get behind a little rifle of their own. We even have their first guns picked out. We truly live the gun culture. The family that shoots together, shoots well together.