Powering Through

On Learning to Shoot, Part 4

During a group ski lesson many years ago, I had successfully conquered the intermediate slope, thoroughly enjoying myself, implementing newfound skills quite well, thank you very much.  At the bottom I took a break from patting myself on the back to notice my surroundings.  Barreling straight for me was another student. Unbelievably she crouches down low.  My efforts to get out of the way failed as did my suggestion that she not turn herself into a bowling ball.  Upon impact, I flew out of my skies into the air.  She came up crying and I came up laughing.  She at her embarrassment, me at my premature gloating.  Welcome to learning.  Two steps forward, one step back.  

And so it is with precision pistol.  On my first string at 50 yards, I got two on and that was someone else’s target.  The other day, at 50 yards, all ten rounds found the target, 9 of them in the scoring rings. Hot damn!  The cat’s meow!  We are rolling now!  I then proceed to fall apart at 25 yards for the rest of the day and realized my preening was once again premature.  Two steps forward, one step back.  Power through.  No discouragement allowed.  

As we jerk our way up the hill of learning, new shooters should also be aware that learning can be a progression of phases.  The early phases are like some sort of bizarre hazing ritual we must endure. In the latter part of June, I joined the Thursday league for the first time and faced the impossibly distant 50 yard target for the second time.  The fluster factor was HIGH and the number of bullets that made it to the target LOW.  Even more horrifying, first grade math eluded me as I turned Mike’s score sheet into a Rorschach test.  As I stared at that mess, I realized I was smack dab in the middle of the spaz attack phase.  The only thing to do is refocus and power through.  

That day Eddie showed me how to pull the trigger.  The following Tuesday, I started to consciously put together the basics my new friends and mentors had taught and low and behold, I started the slow climb out of the spaz attack phase to the second phase – the first incline.  

As any new shooter has discovered, there is an endless list of dos and don’ts.  I like to prioritize learning and focus on a limited number of key fundamentals first.  Below are a few that have helped tremendously.  Detailed explanations of these concepts can be found in the excellent “The New Pistol Shooters Treasury”.

See the Sights   Early on, Mike said my shot pattern suggested I wasn’t seeing the sights clearly.  Correct, they were a bit blurry.  This is of utmost importance because one does not focus on the target but on the sights.  They must be perfectly aligned during the arc of movement and trigger pull to achieve success.   So it stands to reason, they must be crystal clear to have any chance of learning this harder than it sounds task.  Luckily I had an eye appointment in a couple days and walked in with my gun figuring it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission.  Let’s just say I am glad that appointment was in Florida where such things happen.  With the proper stance, I held the gun in firing position, and we determined the prescription necessary to see the sights clearly.  That afternoon, I had new glasses.  It was transformative.  It’s up to me now to truly manage the sights not passively observe them.  

The Natural Point of Aim   Mike put it best: “the natural point of aim is the place you are most stable, comfortable and strong.  The duty of holding the gun is shared by the back, chest and shoulders. The head is aligned with the body so that the eye is aligned with the sight and the neck is not twisted so much as to reduce circulation through the neck. And, very importantly, it is the place where the gun will be steadiest and will naturally return after recoil.”  To determine the correct foot position, close your eyes and bring the gun into firing position.  Adjust the feet until your gun rises automatically to the proper position during repeated attempts.  

The elbow is important.  When raising the arm, it should be strong, flat and locked.  Mike suggested visualizing the arm as a cannon.  Perfect.  Also while walking to the car after the terrible shooting day mentioned above, I ran a mental video of my mechanics and realized something very important.  My elbow was breaking plane after each shot.  This causes all sorts of unnecessary movement that could result in difficulty regaining the sight picture, a rushed shot and jerking the trigger.  Think cannon, not spaghetti.    

Pulling the Trigger   No doubt reams have been written on this subject.  From The New Pistol Shooters Treasury: “Get the proper grip on your pistol and keep the pressure constant, align the sights on the target properly, then with the trigger finger only, exert a steady, constantly increasing pressure, straight to the rear, until the hammer falls.”  Better yet, get someone to actually pull the trigger with you.  Skip the death grip on the pistol and practice moving the trigger finger without moving the rest.  If this sounds easy, let me assure you it is not and requires much practice.

On one occasion Paul watched me during timed fire and noted that I lifted my finger off the trigger between shots.  I was completely unaware of this bad habit.  Keeping proper pressure on the trigger at all times reduces movement and sight alignment can be regained more readily.    

There are many opinions on exactly where the trigger should make contact with the finger.  Some folks place the crease on the trigger, others the pad, others in between.  For now, I am doing what feels natural and will make an adjustment as necessary.  

Dry Firing   Dry firing is the secret sauce.  On my second day, Paul asked, did you practice dry firing?  I looked at him as if he had three heads.  Then he proceeded to show me a snap cap.  A snap cap is used in the pistol to dry fire and provides the opportunity to practice grip, stance, raising the gun to firing position, sight picture and, most important, trigger pull.  The first time I tried it, I was amazed at the information I gained.  All kinds of bad things were happening.  The more practice, the more likely it is good things will happen instead.  

While I continue to improve with two steps forward and one step back, I know there is another phase coming.  Like the spaz attack phase it will be important to avoid discouragement and power through.  It is the dreaded plateau.  With any luck it will be a long time before I get there and when it comes, may it be short lived.  

In Search of the Bullseye

On Learning to Shoot, Part 3

There is one silver lining of the Covid Era aka “The Gun Age”.  I have a new passion. Target shooting.  A few months after my first sweat soaked handgun lesson, I impulsively bought a .22 pistol.  I was hooked the minute the gun was in my hand.  Shortly thereafter I left free America to head north to not so free Maryland.  

I had two goals when I arrived, buy a .22 pistol and find a place to shoot it.  I failed miserably in the first and succeeded spectacularly in the second.  

A friend recommended Anne Arundel Fish and Game (AAFG), a private shooting sports club that includes covered 24-position precision pistol (a.k.a. “bullseye”) range, a set of  action pistol bays, a casual plinking range, a covered 6-position 100-yard rifle range, a covered 12-position 50-yard small bore (rimfire) rifle range, two trap fields, and an archery range. It is a wonderful place.  On Tuesday mornings, they hold precision pistol training.  I figured that would be all me and emailed the gentleman who manages the pistol range, Paul Striffler and asked if I could come by and watch.  While a bit intimidated, I knew I would like it and started the process to join the club.  Meanwhile if I could secure a gun, I could join the Tuesday morning sessions while the application was in process. 

Buying a gun in Maryland as a Florida resident deserves its own article.  Suffice it to say, regulations have done nothing to keep guns out of the hands of criminals but are very handy to keep them away from me.  Then I borrowed a .22 pistol which turned out to be a “no good deed goes unpunished scenario” for the lender.  Long story short, I bought another pistol in free America and returned to Maryland this summer with a Browning Buckmark and a provisional membership to AAFG.  Finally, goals achieved.  

I emailed Mike McGrath, who has been very helpful through the entire process, to let him know I was back, had a weapon and was ready to go.  In a classic verbal tell of the jitters, I asked Mike if I should jump in on Tuesdays or practice a bit first on my own.  Mike reminded me that Tuesday sessions are the practice where you learn to shoot before shooting.  Ahhh, no need to clean the house before the cleaners arrive.  Got it.  

The moment of truth arrives.  I show up early on the following Tuesday and meet Paul and the 12 or so other folks whose names I promptly forgot because I am a nervous wreck.  I am no stranger to doing things that make me uncomfortable so I know the feeling well.  Paul taught me the proper stance, grip and how to bring one’s arm into position.  We touched on using the breath and had quite a bit of conversation about the “arc of movement”.  As soon as I heard that phrase, I knew the arc was going to be my nemesis.  My analytical mind computed how far off a shot would be at 25 yards with an out of control beginners arc.  I had been shooting at about 7 yards up to this point.  Luckily though I was too nervous to think about much, Paul was an excellent coach, I hit the target more often than I missed and got a bullseye.  Most important, I enjoyed it thoroughly.  Success. 

The following Tuesday I immediately notice the targets are an impossible 50 yards away.  This was a big problem.  I was next to Bob and another Mike who runs the Saturday league.  I wondered if I would annoy them with my endless questions and confirmed what I already knew, folks here are incredibly helpful and more than happy to share their knowledge.  Tightening up that coffee fueled arc of movement for a 50 yard target is where my worry should have been directed.  The other problem is my mind was in overdrive and that always screws things up.  When overthinking, I tend to dwell on the wrong things like “please God don’t let me do anything stupid” and forget to think about the right things like setting my stance correctly.  

It isn’t long before Mike says to me, Sue, you are shooting at my target.  As my cheeks no doubt flare, I thought, good news, I actually hit the 50 yard target I was aiming at.  Then I breathed a sigh of relief that at least one stupid thing was out of the way.  Note to self, pay attention to the numbers on the stations.  All in all, my performance was abysmal, but fun was had by all.  The good news is I can only go up from here and we shoot 25 yards next Tuesday…

Practical Tips

  1. Relax.
  2. Relax.
  3. Relax.
  4. More tips to follow.  Start with these.  

Violence, Protests and Race Relations

Continued protests are self-serving and will cause more damage to race relations.  Yup I dared to say that.  Continued protests have put our communities at risk. Yup I said that too.  And I mean it. 

The peaceful protestors provided cover for violent looters to destroy our communities already suffering from the lockdowns.  A thinking protestor might put their neighborhoods above their overwhelming need to virtue signal and realize if they stopped so would the looters.   But no, they blindly kept at it and the violence piled up.  

Even worse are the politicians and talking heads who suggest this violence is justified rage.  What pathetic drivel.  How about telling that to the family of the retired sheriff who was murdered in St Louis by these vicious criminals. Or the folks of every color whose lives have been destroyed by gratuitous violence.  

Those who suggest we need violence to open everyone’s eyes to racial disparities in this country are seriously misguided or worse. This will open everyone’s eyes for sure but not in the way they think.  Our eyes are open to the fact that government either can’t or won’t protect us.  Our eyes are open to the incredible stupidity of extended lockdowns. Our eyes are open to how quickly a mob can destroy everything that is good.  Our eyes are open to the fact that we must be armed in case that mob comes our way.  Our eyes are open to the twisted desire of those who seek to enflame race relations in this country rather than heal. 

Sit down, watch the videos of the violence and consider if those images will help or hurt race relations.  Just maybe your eyes will open and realize that you have been manipulated.  Great job everyone.  Really appreciate your lack of critical thought.  As an aside, I am infinitely curious if the same folks who continued to protest knowing their message had been coopted are also the same folks who support the continued lockdowns.  Newsflash, you are too selfish to be taken seriously.  

So use your brains instead of allowing your emotions to be whipsawed by others.  Stop taking to the streets until the thugs crawl back under their rocks.  You are only making things worse.  

The Zombie Apocalypse

Sue Seboda, Guns Part 2, April 20, 2020

Gun and ammo sales have skyrocketed since the corona virus exploded out of China.  Antigun activists are wringing their hands blaming it on the NRA and 2A supporters sense what we all know deep down, self-reliance is paramount.  Gun sales indicate a deep concern that government will not be there when the zombies mount a ruthless invasion in search of toilet paper.  Zombies are like that.  

As an aside, where is everyone hoarding their toilet paper?  The stores still run out within minutes of restocking.  Have additions been built?  Bedrooms converted?  Attics piled to the rafters?  I imagine houses stuffed with thousands of rolls of toilet paper where humans walk through winding TP slot canyons.  Dogs and cats absolutely love this.  Excellent for a good indoor pee.  But really if people would just buy what they need and leave the rest in the stores, the zombies will leave us alone and confine their rampages to grocery stores. Plus I am not a good enough shot yet to ward off a zombie attack.  

But with training and practice, I will have the gun skills to take down any zombie.  I look forward to that day.  My hands still sweat a bit and I forget to breathe sometimes but my mind is settling into it.  That and repetition will do the trick.  Until something new happens, let’s move on to more pressing matters. Batman comes to mind…

On Learning to Shoot…

Sue Seboda, Guns Part 1, March 27, 2020

When you grow up in a house with 4 brothers whose rite of passage was boar hunting, chances are you will know something about guns.  It wasn’t much.  My sister and I had our rite of passage when Kate came along and whisked us off to New York to learn shopping.  What an excellent student I was.  My gathering skills are superb to this day.  Even though the boys and girls were on divergent hunter/gatherer paths, I dabbled in skeet shooting, but really, I was much better buying a shotgun than using it. 

Decades go by and last October I stumbled upon the Everglades.  It was love at first site.  I go to enjoy nature and photography whenever Earl heads north.  Then the questions started.  Are you out there all by yourself?  Yes, I am good with that.  Isn’t that dangerous? No. Aren’t you worried about the alligators?  No, they are only dangerous if you are a little person or are stupid enough to feed them.  At this point, the questions shift to statements.  Listen (dummy) you are out there by yourself miles from anywhere.  You should be armed.  I then utter the phrase learned from years of marriage that is guaranteed to shut down further nagging – good point.  

A friend did join me on the last Everglades trip and we hiked a swamp trail.  Even I am not foolish enough to do that on my own.  We caught movement a couple feet in front of us and a large cottonmouth was sliding across the path.  We all stopped at once and a standoff ensued.  The message was clear.  I win, you lose.  You are afraid of me and I am having too much fun toying with you.  Haha haha! And guess what jackass, you are going to turn around and I am going to continue to sun myself on this path.  Got it?  Hmmmmmm.  I didn’t like that.  But, yeah, I got it now.  A gun won’t protect me from a snake bite, my new snake boots will do that, but one is a bit vulnerable in the back of beyond.  Time to level the playing field and stop saying “good point”. 

When the student is ready, the teacher appears.  Chuck Meier and I set an appointment for a concealed carry class and follow up handgun training.  Between setting the appointment and our class, the country erupted into the current insanity.  Apparently there are two things Americans must have when in full panic mode, guns and toilet paper.  So now I am part of a gun buying clump.  I don’t do clumps.  Or insanity for that matter. But I digress.  

Chuck holds classes in his office and several things were immediately clear.  Most people would not mess with him whether he was armed or not, he lost his leg and is a white guy with a black prosthetic foot.  I knew as soon as Chuck started speaking that he possessed the knowledge I needed, did not have one politically correct cell in his body and was born without an edit function.  While I hoped I would hear the story about the foot, I was certain I had found the right teacher.  

After the class, we headed to the gun range.  The other two people went first and by the time I went in, I was in quite a state.  Note to self, when you are doing something that thoroughly scares you, wear drug store deodorant.  That natural stuff is no match for the fear generated by big guns and deafening noise.  Chuck walked out for a moment and a guy in the next lane was preparing to shoot.  When he did, I let out a yelp and jumped out of my shoes.  This was not good.  

We started with a Glock 357, a big, loud handgun with a notable kick.  Chuck calls it snappy.  I learn how to stand and hold the gun.  With a proper grip and a deep breath, the moment of truth arrives, it’s time to pull the trigger.  WTF.  Snappy is a bit of an understatement. Regroup.  Do it again but pull the trigger sloooowwwwllllly.  Double WTF. Regroup, stop shaking, take a breath.  Yes somewhere along the line, I forgot about that breathing business.  And repeat.  Repeat again.  Time for a break.  Yes, yes a break is good, very good.  Make it a long one.  Chuck talks for a while and I am only sort of listening. Instead I am having a serious conversation with myself.  Am I picking that gun up again or am I out of here?  Pros and cons, back and forth. Then I said to myself, put your big girl panties on and pick up that gun.  And I did…

Details:

  • Why begin training with a Glock 357?  Chuck explained – “I wanted to show that with the proper training, grip, sight picture and follow through, you can hit a target in rapid fire succession with max survivability.  We call that a confidence builder.  After shooting the Glock 357, any other self defense round is going to be child’s play meaning the recoil will be much more manageable, the report or sound will not be as deafening and the firearms themselves are much more forgiving making the accuracy more precise.” Plus he has tons of 357 ammo.  Ammo is as difficult to find right now as toilet paper.  
  • If you are one of the 550,000 or so people who bought a gun in the last couple weeks and are a first time gun owner, do yourself a favor and get some training.  If you are in the Keys, call Chuck Meier . If you want to practice on your own, call Phil at Big Coppit Gun Club.  Verify if Phil has ammo for your gun, you may need to bring your own.