December 31, 2004
I knew that I could make Stacey a riflewoman. She's not one bit afraid of a firearm and she was anxious to try her hand at a little target practice. Samantha, on the other hand, is deathly afraid of any kind of loud noise. "It's not the GUN that scares me," she whined. "It's the NOISE."
I took them shooting today. Kim du Toit would have been proud.
At first, Stacey and I took turns plinking away with a .22 rifle while Sam stood 50' away with earplugs in and hands over her ears. As she noticed Stacey enjoying herself and hitting what she shot at, Sam kept edging up closer and closer. Finally, she was right beside us.
"You want to try now?" I asked. She needed a little more persuasion, so I showed her how to hold the rifle, how to aim it and I squeezed the trigger the first time for her.
"That wasn't so bad," she said. "Can I try it by myself this time?"
I believe we shot up about 300 rounds before we decided to call it a day. You know what the REAL irony is? Samantha is a dead-eye shot. Once she got the hang of it, she whipped Stacey's ass at target shooting. She can't beat ME yet, but this was her first time. I'd better watch out for her in the future.
I thought we had some good, family fun in the woods this morning. Both girls want to go back and do it again tomorrow. Heh.
I am proud of myself.
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