Because it was a nice day, and because Proud Hillbilly was free, we went to the range today, she with her carbine and her new Glock, and me with my trusty Beretta and one of my M1 Garands.
ex-New Orleans Police Department gun. I'd bought it for it's markings and history alone, and frankly I'd not shot it for years, relegating it to wall-hanger status until Todd Green taught me how to run it well at his Aim Fast Hit Fast class. Now it's one of my all-time favorites.
And the Garand:
Of course I yelled "Whoa--a Winchester! Thank you!" and everyone back down the line started saying "They do have Winchesters in there! They're hand-selecting them!" The armorer was as shocked as anyone by his luck of the draw and not at all happy because now even more people were going to be asking for them.
That rifle turned out to be a good shooter, and at the 2001 National Matches it won me a silver medal in the John C. Garand match. That score: 273-7x.
(273 out of 300, 7 hits to the X ring at 200 yards).
Today though, it was used to kill paper plates at 100 yards, which it did quite well whenever I did MY part and kept the sights on the target as I pulled the trigger. I even managed to go seven-for-eight standing off-hand, and considering that I haven't shot this rifle in a couple of years or any Garand for a while now...well I was pleased. One minor flaw surfaced as it refused to fire one particular batch of reloads, giving me lots of "CLICK!" noises courtesy of light primer hits. But it fired the other batch flawlessly, so blame goes to those old reloads and not the rifle.
PH shot her carbine and the Garand on the 100 yard range too, and I introduced her to sitting and prone position shooting.
She did good with both. As is usually the case when I shoot with her, I came away impressed and proud of her progress.
And here she is with her Smith and Wesson Airweight:
Not exactly Bianchi Cup material yet, but if I were a bad guy, I'd think twice before messing with her.
All in all, a good day indeed.