Bruce's last request on the range that evening was that we rapid fire at the target.
"I want you to have brass in the air at all times". He said.
My nice pattern disappeared as I spayed bullets at the target. I even missed the target completely once. My wife, however did not miss at all. "OK, pull in your targets, count your hits, then wad up your targets and put them in the trash, wash your hands and come upstairs". Said Bruce.
"Was he not going to count the holes in each target himself"? I asked myself. “I would like independent verification of some of these scores”. I thought.
I pulled my target down, counted the holes and stuffed it into the waste bin, followed by the Crazy Lady and the Geezer. Had the Geez made 36 hits out of 48 tries? Did the Crazy Lady have 53 holes in her target from her 48 + the Geezer’s and Strangelove's misguided rounds? The world will never know, as the targets were never tallied by an independant party. Back upstairs in the classroom, Bruce began filling out our certificates. We had all passed the class and were free to register with the state. It was clear that the marksmanship portion of the test was left to a judgment call by Bruce. Bruce has a big brass pair, weighing pounds, and must be OK with the thought of the Geezer packing heat like a cataract afflicted Dirty Harry, but me and my average human sense of mortality is a different story.
“How do you protect yourself against people like this, is there anything I can do to feel safe on the street again”? I thought.
I had until that day never seen such a display of recklessness, carelessness and-in-your-face stupidity, but then I had not been to a gun show yet.
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"“How do you protect yourself against people like this, is there anything I can do to feel safe on the street again”? I thought."
You... don't rob or assault them.
"You... don't rob or assault them."
That's an easy answer, but not true in this case.
If a man can't see 15 yards, I could be his backstop standing 20 yards downrange. If a man repeatedly points his loaded revolver at his own face (with his finger on the trigger) during the CCW class, I doubt he has any qualms about pointing his loaded revolver at me.
Imaginary scenario of guy who points with gun:
"Yeah, you over there (pointing at you with gun), where is the nearest pay phone? (Pointing gun around parking lot) The guy who tried to rob me was about this tall". (Pointing gun about 5 feet above ground to indicate robber's height)
The problem lies in the "I can handle this" mentality, when people are unable to make the judgement: "I am unsafe with a firearm, I can't follow the four rules" If they can't follow the four rules, they are endangering you and me, not just would-be attackers.
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