My first gun class...success!

Never would I have ever imagined that I would sit here and wonder about what type of gun I would like for myself. I didn’t think I would ever tell my husband I wanted a P22 but after a few hours change my mind because it wasn’t strong enough. Talking about guns is usually at the bottom of my list of things to talk about unless it’s a “No honey, we can’t afford that gun right now.” My newfound excitement about guns came yesterday when I finally took one of Mark’s classes.

A month or so ago, our church did a “Just Married” series in which the sermons were geared towards how to make your marriage better. It was from those messages that I started to feel like I needed to do something so that we could live happily ever after so I contacted the church to get some additional help which lead to taking the enneagram test and eventually led to me making an appointment to see a counselor. I knew I had a problem with relationships in the aspect that I have an overwhelming desire to make them perfect and when something goes wrong, I go into panic overload. I constantly live in fear of the unknown and since both Mark and I have been married before I know that it is very easy to fall into that “divorce” state of mind. I am determined for that to never be an option in our relationship, as is Mark – but that FEAR is still there. Anyway – among other things the counselor suggested I do, one was to do things Mark wants to do. I like spending time with him but I hate dirt, bugs, heat, etc. I have to start choosing what I hate more…the outdoors OR not doing things with my husband. Hence, the gun class.

The class was actually a lot of fun, including the lecture at the beginning on gun safety (this was BEGINNER class so lecture time was inevitable) and my only beefs with the lecture were the parts that I have heard 1000 times (being the instructor’s wife – I was bound to hear some stories A LOT) but for the rest of the class participants it was no problem and overall interesting.

Starting off the shooting portion of the class I had a few issues with the gun I was using – which was later fixed with using a different kind of bullet. (Apparently the P22 I was using likes a better quality bullet then the “class guns” that Sister was using). I was hitting my target despite the sight problems I have. With my vision is corrected in a way that one eye sees close and one eye sees far – and the front sight of the gun happens to fall in the “no see” section which creates a problem with accuracy of bullet placement.   

After a few drills of shooting the target, we started to get into more “real world” scenarios instead of standing and shooting drills.  I tend to have the mentality that nothing bad is going to happen to me so the scenarios themselves were a little unnecessary in my mindset BUT was still good to know since my fantasy world is not reality.    One person taking the class said that if I was ever robbed then my mindset would change…well – I have been robbed before – at gunpoint, but I guess my mind blocks it out with the “lightening doesn’t strike the same place twice” attitude.  Nevertheless – I feel more confident now that IF something were to happen I would know more what to do. 



When we started the “reloading drills” I switched guns to Mark’s Glock (I LOVE that gun)!  When I looked back at the pictures of the class I noticed that with the little gun (P22) my stance was way off and I think it was because of how much the gun DID NOT kick so I wasn’t forced to really hold onto it, but with the Glock I KNEW I had to hold it a lot firmer otherwise it would kick my butt.  I did a lot better with that gun, however it did end up hurting my hand a little bit after shooting it several times – so I switched to a 9MM (don’t know exactly what gun it was – but I felt like Goldie Locks – after trying the baby gun, and the daddy gun – the mama gun fit just right).

Although the class was a blast – the best thing was seeing my husband in action and him knowing that I do support him.  This has opened up such a HUGE part of his life that I can actually be a part of now which is very precious to me.  Perhaps once I REALLY decide what gun I want (and have it painted HOT PINK!!!) we can start having date night at the range.  He would never turn that one down!