I can’t wait to go back to Front Sight Next Year. What an amazing experience! I was definitely not a gun person before I went out there. (I had only shot once and had never fired the gun I took with me.) Every time my husband asked me to go target shooting with him, my heart would sink. Now I’m not afraid of handling a gun anymore. I know how to use it; how to unload it and make it safe; and I’m on my way to having decent aim. On the other hand, I’m also more aware of how much skill I have left to build.
Practicing what to do when there is 4 bad guys and just me.
Slowly re-holstering. Trying to get comfortable doing this without looking, but it's one of the more dangerous gun maneuvers. No sense in rushing and losing a foot.
Darren and my brother competing in the last man standing competition. They are waiting for the fire command--and looks like they are in a western showdown, lol. Darren ended up winning 2nd place in our range. Not to shabby for his first time in class.
My Ammo Box. Looks too messy to me, but I move so fast normally that I don't take time to stay organized. My SIL snapped this picture because my sparkly lip gloss tickled her funny bone. I was the queen of sparkly lip gloss on the range. It helped me keep my girly edge during a fast draw. And we were in the desert--can't have too much sparkly lip gloss in the desert.
