When I was a young girl, my I can to keep from going—luckily, it was way on the other side of father and grandfather took town from where I work and live, so she wasn’t offended by my my sisters and me over to excuses, and eagerly tells me that she plans to open a North chapter the pasture by the barn and that will be right down the road from my home and hopes to see let each of us have a turn me at the first practice. In the meantime, I had been following the at shooting their hunting group on Facebook and I see all of the ladies that are joining the rifles. The rifles were far league and the huge smiles on their faces. I’m slowing starting to too powerful for young think that if all of these ladies can enjoy this, why can’t I? I really girls to shoot, and I wanted to do it. But I still wasn’t sure I could. remember that when it And then it happened. I got the message about the first North was my turn, it sat me Sure Shots practice. It was time to face the music, or the firing right down on my rear squad. I talked one of my coworkers into coming with me—she end. Their ultimate actually really wanted to learn how to shoot. We walked into Red’s goal was to scare us Indoor Range in Pflugerville and were greeted by a large group of into leaving the rifles alone, and it women. Everyone was so incredibly nice, but my nerves were on certainly worked. None of us had any interest in edge. I still wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to shoot, but at least touching those rifles ever again. I had a buddy with me that was just as nervous. I talked for a bit Fast forward to my adulthood… I was in my with a young woman who was a college professor and mid-20’s when a family friend invited me to go she explained that I should start with a .22 pistol. She I hadn’t shooting with his family. They were heading up to had one already picked out and we could share it on the Red’s Indoor Range and asked if I was interested in range. She made it sound so easy that I just had to try. realized coming along. I had never been to a shooting range No more excuses. No more fear. It was time. We went until that and I was very curious, so I agreed to go. They out on the range and she showed me how to load it, gathered up their firearms and we headed out. After aim and then fire. The .22 had almost no recoil; it was day just how filling out the appropriate paperwork and putting so easy to shoot. I was almost embarrassed to admit much fear on the eye and ear protection, we stepped out on the how scared I had been. And then… I was so incredibly range. I was not at all prepared for the cacophony excited! I had overcome my own fears, and did so with I had of of sounds that hit me square in the face—so many the help of some amazing women. firearms. loud booms and bangs, I couldn’t stop flinching at I was every single sound. They each took turns shooting absolutely the variety of handguns they’d brought, and then they offered me hooked—beyond hooked. a turn. And I couldn’t move. I just stood there, frozen, staring at After that night at the them. There was no way I was going to be able to shoot. I was range, I rarely ever missed far too scared. They tried to convince me, told me it was going to another practice. I took be okay, but it wasn’t going to happen. No way, no how. So they every training course that shrugged it off, finished up and we left the range. Luckily, they I could. I was a sponge didn’t give me any grief for not shooting that day. Believe me; I gave for any knowledge I could myself enough grief. gain about firearms. I I hadn’t realized until that day just how much fear I had of talked with the employees firearms. Whether it was the fear of the actual firearms or the fear at the range, I read gun of the unknown, I wasn’t exactly sure. But either way, I wasn’t okay magazines, watched TV with it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to admit that fear to anyone shows about the shooting else, nor did I have a way to overcome it at that time. sports, anything I could A few years later, my husband and I attended a backyard BBQ at get my hands or eyes his friend’s house. While I was there, I met this beautiful, tall blonde on. And that excitement who told me she was thinking about putting together a women’shasn’t wavered. I’m only shooting league and asked if I would be interested. I tried to still just as in love with sound excited and agreed that it would be a cool thing to do, but shooting as I was at the inside, my brain was screaming “NO!!!” The more I talked with her, end of that first practice the more I realized that she was absolutely serious. She talked about night. I went on to get her background and experience with shooting and she definitely my certification as an sounded knowledgeable on the topic. But I still thought it wasn’t instructor so that I going to come to fruition—and even if it did, I wasn’t even sure I’d can pass on that same ever even see her again. I wasn’t on the hook yet! knowledge, excitement Months later, I got a message from her. The league, Sure Shots, and confidence to other women. When I was underway at Red’s Indoor Range in Oak Hill and she wanted to see the huge smiles on their faces as they step off the range, invite me to join the ladies at practice. I came up with every excuse I’m reminded of that first night too. And this is why I shoot.
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