Just a quick story y'all might enjoy:
My wife and I had a delightful house guest for a couple of weeks: a young lady who is a native of Belgium and now lives in Germany, who became close friends with one of my daughters when my daughter studied abroad for a semester. She visited once before, for a two-month stretch, and we got to be quite close, and my wife and I just treat her like a daughter when she is here.
She is one of those people who just cheerfully goes along with anything you have planned, and enjoys new experiences, and loves to learn, so on her previous visit we asked her to go shooting with us. Her response was perfect. "Sure, I will try it. But I want to learn to be safe." She did quite well, at least in part because she has some experience in athletics and takes coaching and teaching very well. She is also very bright. She teaches English, German, and French, and athletics, and also speaks Flemish; she considers English to be her worst language, but although she has an accent her English is quite understandable and her vocabulary exceeds many native speakers.
This time, she arrived with another trip to the range on her list of things she wanted to do. She asked me for a refresher teaching session, so of course I obliged and we went shooting on my afternoon off. After shooting, I took the pistols apart and she then meticulously cleaned her share of parts while we chatted on the back porch.
I started reloading since she was here the last time, three years ago, and she noticed the press on its stand. She asked about it, knowing well that I would indulge her curiosity, and sat beside me and listened very attentively as I showed her how each die worked and what it accomplished, and then how to run a round all the way through the turret press. I offered to let her try it, thinking she would make a couple of rounds. She was fascinated, and with me monitoring, she made about twenty rounds. She would have made more, but we ran out of cases; my stash was in a location that we couldn't get to with her air mattress inflated.
I promised her that I would box up the rounds she made and label them so that she could shoot them on her next trip. She was delighted.
She left today for her return trip to Europe. She promised to come back sooner next time, and I hope it is a promise she keeps. I wonder if any of you have shooting and reloading pals who travel so far to join you in your hobbies?
My wife and I had a delightful house guest for a couple of weeks: a young lady who is a native of Belgium and now lives in Germany, who became close friends with one of my daughters when my daughter studied abroad for a semester. She visited once before, for a two-month stretch, and we got to be quite close, and my wife and I just treat her like a daughter when she is here.
She is one of those people who just cheerfully goes along with anything you have planned, and enjoys new experiences, and loves to learn, so on her previous visit we asked her to go shooting with us. Her response was perfect. "Sure, I will try it. But I want to learn to be safe." She did quite well, at least in part because she has some experience in athletics and takes coaching and teaching very well. She is also very bright. She teaches English, German, and French, and athletics, and also speaks Flemish; she considers English to be her worst language, but although she has an accent her English is quite understandable and her vocabulary exceeds many native speakers.
This time, she arrived with another trip to the range on her list of things she wanted to do. She asked me for a refresher teaching session, so of course I obliged and we went shooting on my afternoon off. After shooting, I took the pistols apart and she then meticulously cleaned her share of parts while we chatted on the back porch.
I started reloading since she was here the last time, three years ago, and she noticed the press on its stand. She asked about it, knowing well that I would indulge her curiosity, and sat beside me and listened very attentively as I showed her how each die worked and what it accomplished, and then how to run a round all the way through the turret press. I offered to let her try it, thinking she would make a couple of rounds. She was fascinated, and with me monitoring, she made about twenty rounds. She would have made more, but we ran out of cases; my stash was in a location that we couldn't get to with her air mattress inflated.
I promised her that I would box up the rounds she made and label them so that she could shoot them on her next trip. She was delighted.
She left today for her return trip to Europe. She promised to come back sooner next time, and I hope it is a promise she keeps. I wonder if any of you have shooting and reloading pals who travel so far to join you in your hobbies?
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