I had a roommate in college who was a complete meathead. I found out our university had a shooting club in the basement of our gymnasium, so I took him to the range.
We shot for 30 minutes to an hour. It was his first time, but he still shot like he was an imperial stormtrooper. We were shooting Anshultz .22 target rifles at big paper targets at about 25 yards. The other newbies did fine.
When I was sitting next to him watching him aim and realized that something had riccochetted off one of concrete ceiling supports 2/3's of the way downrange, I decided it was time to call it a day.
He's a doctor now. If I needed medical treatment for anything, even something as basic as having a rabid dog put down, I wouldn't go to him.
We shot for 30 minutes to an hour. It was his first time, but he still shot like he was an imperial stormtrooper. We were shooting Anshultz .22 target rifles at big paper targets at about 25 yards. The other newbies did fine.
When I was sitting next to him watching him aim and realized that something had riccochetted off one of concrete ceiling supports 2/3's of the way downrange, I decided it was time to call it a day.
He's a doctor now. If I needed medical treatment for anything, even something as basic as having a rabid dog put down, I wouldn't go to him.