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Last Saturday I headed out to the range for the first time in... okay, I'm way too embarrassed to admit how long. Let's just say I was there to take the basic course again, without which I didn't feel I would even be safe showing up.
Beyond the obvious safety refresher, the most powerful thing I got out of the course was a new stance. (For the target shooters out there, I'd been shooting isosceles and I learned a modified Weaver.) A close second was the reminders about follow-through. I was surprised and pleased to see how small my groups were after so much time away. I am certain the stance and the follow-through were key.
I was less pleased to notice how quickly I got tired. Apparently I have an enormous amount of excess tension. By the end of it my left arm was shaky and my fingers were curled into claws. None of that should be necessary. (I was like that learning to fly planes, too. White knuckles. No need for it.) Obviously I could use some dry firing practice. I feel very stupid for not picking up a spent casing while I was at the range. Durrrr.
I was proud of myself for violating no safety rules whatsoever when a hot .45 casing lodged itself against my eyebrow, propped up by my glasses. I fidgeted, I squeaked, I danced, and the muzzle never wavered from downrange nor did my finger leave its place alongside the frame. Of course, with a few more IQ points I would have let go with my support hand and wiggled my glasses. Oh well; no harm done.
Bestest thing I saw that day: a Springfield 1911. It was very smooth and there was almost no motion on the reset. Fortunately for my wallet, I am nowhere near good enough to justify that kind of expenditure. I will almost certainly never be any better than the equipment I now own.
With some practice, I could become good at this again. Especially if I could wear something a little more stable than a pair of see-saws under my feet.
Beyond the obvious safety refresher, the most powerful thing I got out of the course was a new stance. (For the target shooters out there, I'd been shooting isosceles and I learned a modified Weaver.) A close second was the reminders about follow-through. I was surprised and pleased to see how small my groups were after so much time away. I am certain the stance and the follow-through were key.
I was less pleased to notice how quickly I got tired. Apparently I have an enormous amount of excess tension. By the end of it my left arm was shaky and my fingers were curled into claws. None of that should be necessary. (I was like that learning to fly planes, too. White knuckles. No need for it.) Obviously I could use some dry firing practice. I feel very stupid for not picking up a spent casing while I was at the range. Durrrr.
I was proud of myself for violating no safety rules whatsoever when a hot .45 casing lodged itself against my eyebrow, propped up by my glasses. I fidgeted, I squeaked, I danced, and the muzzle never wavered from downrange nor did my finger leave its place alongside the frame. Of course, with a few more IQ points I would have let go with my support hand and wiggled my glasses. Oh well; no harm done.
Bestest thing I saw that day: a Springfield 1911. It was very smooth and there was almost no motion on the reset. Fortunately for my wallet, I am nowhere near good enough to justify that kind of expenditure. I will almost certainly never be any better than the equipment I now own.
With some practice, I could become good at this again. Especially if I could wear something a little more stable than a pair of see-saws under my feet.
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I think Weaver makes me more stable w.r.t. recoil, and what with the see-saws, I need all the help I can get. Practicing the level of tension between the arm that's pulling and the arm that's pushing is going to take me a while, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to stick with Weaver once I've got the hang of it.
Fortunately, even a .45 cools off pretty quickly. Phew!