I love it when you can get an anti converted. They're like ex smokers or newly born again christians...full of whee and vinegar!
My wife was an anti until we met, and she wanted me to teach her how to shoot. Once she smelled the gunpowder, she was absolutely hooked.
Since I am a big fan of 1911's and its what she learned on, she surprized me by buying one of her own and did it by herself-something she was very proud of. She wasn't very interested in rifles, and the one time she tried my 870 12 gauge, I got a dirty look from her. Not too fond of the recoil, ya see.
We had been married about 5 years and my company decided to send me to Saudi Arabia for some months. She would never keep her pistol loaded in the house despite my recommendations, but knew I kept the 870 with a full mag on an empty chamber. She was okay with that, being as how it was on my side of the bed. Come time for me to leave, I tried once again to instruct her on the shotgun, but could tell she wasn't paying much attention.
About a week after I left the states, I get a call at about 0300, and my wife telling me the dog went nuts barking and charging around the house. Never did figure out what he was raising cain about, but she grabbed the 12 gauge and chambered a round when the commotion started. Good Girl!
The problem was that she could not remember how to release the bolt in order to extract the loaded round! I tried to tell her, but she was not understanding, so I called my deer hunting buddy across town and asked him if he would go over to the house and unload the shotgun!
The first thing I did when I got home was grab a bottle of her brightest red nail polish and painted the release..........
Herself-you are blessed by not having to put up with that moron. Women get a bad rap sometimes with the guys if they show any inclination or especially skill in weapons handling. My wife was a big example. When she got the bug, we would go twice a week to practice at a minimum, and I just about wore my press out trying to keep up with the ammo demands. Once she got the hang of it, some of my buddies stopped going to the range with us because she was beating the pants off them on the target boards. And this was not by just a little bit, either.
If she had a fault, it was that she was so competitive and used to get frustrated that she could not get the groups I made. Guess I get no credit for the 30 odd years I'd been shooting....oh well. I guess God needed a gate guard so He took her 3 years ago this month. I'd be real leery of sneaking up on the pearly gates
My wife was an anti until we met, and she wanted me to teach her how to shoot. Once she smelled the gunpowder, she was absolutely hooked.
Since I am a big fan of 1911's and its what she learned on, she surprized me by buying one of her own and did it by herself-something she was very proud of. She wasn't very interested in rifles, and the one time she tried my 870 12 gauge, I got a dirty look from her. Not too fond of the recoil, ya see.
We had been married about 5 years and my company decided to send me to Saudi Arabia for some months. She would never keep her pistol loaded in the house despite my recommendations, but knew I kept the 870 with a full mag on an empty chamber. She was okay with that, being as how it was on my side of the bed. Come time for me to leave, I tried once again to instruct her on the shotgun, but could tell she wasn't paying much attention.
About a week after I left the states, I get a call at about 0300, and my wife telling me the dog went nuts barking and charging around the house. Never did figure out what he was raising cain about, but she grabbed the 12 gauge and chambered a round when the commotion started. Good Girl!
The problem was that she could not remember how to release the bolt in order to extract the loaded round! I tried to tell her, but she was not understanding, so I called my deer hunting buddy across town and asked him if he would go over to the house and unload the shotgun!
The first thing I did when I got home was grab a bottle of her brightest red nail polish and painted the release..........
Herself-you are blessed by not having to put up with that moron. Women get a bad rap sometimes with the guys if they show any inclination or especially skill in weapons handling. My wife was a big example. When she got the bug, we would go twice a week to practice at a minimum, and I just about wore my press out trying to keep up with the ammo demands. Once she got the hang of it, some of my buddies stopped going to the range with us because she was beating the pants off them on the target boards. And this was not by just a little bit, either.
If she had a fault, it was that she was so competitive and used to get frustrated that she could not get the groups I made. Guess I get no credit for the 30 odd years I'd been shooting....oh well. I guess God needed a gate guard so He took her 3 years ago this month. I'd be real leery of sneaking up on the pearly gates
Just goes to show that even in small relatively "safe" town, things can happen. One good outcome has been she definately ready to get her permit...just in case. 
I'm married, but I'm not dead! 
