Contempt for revolvers
I once visited an indoor range in Sacramento. The range attendant looked inside my range bag and remarked (approvingly) "Ah, a Smith and Wesson Combat Masterpiece. Don't see many of those any more."
A young guy next to me (who I later found out was a new deputy) , made a sort of snorting noise and rolled his eyes as he produced his new plastic gun for inspection.
Later, when we were checking out, he brought his target to the desk for inspection. He had hit someplace on the paper quite a few times. My target had the middle shot out.
I shouldn't have said anything, but I just couldn't help it.
"Wow, keep it up and someday you might shoot a group."
It got real quiet and I locked my ancient relic in the bag and left.
I once visited an indoor range in Sacramento. The range attendant looked inside my range bag and remarked (approvingly) "Ah, a Smith and Wesson Combat Masterpiece. Don't see many of those any more."
A young guy next to me (who I later found out was a new deputy) , made a sort of snorting noise and rolled his eyes as he produced his new plastic gun for inspection.
Later, when we were checking out, he brought his target to the desk for inspection. He had hit someplace on the paper quite a few times. My target had the middle shot out.
I shouldn't have said anything, but I just couldn't help it.
"Wow, keep it up and someday you might shoot a group."
It got real quiet and I locked my ancient relic in the bag and left.