Re: Misty Marooned
I thanked him for the praise then asked if I could practice one more thing, a mag drill, before I fired my qualification round. He gave me a strange look, but he gave permission. Maybe they call it a reloading drill or something different in this place. I loaded two rounds in each of four magazines. I loaded the first mag and got ready.
On the range hot signal, I fired one round at the head circle and one round at the chest circle. I punched the spent mag out, pushed the next two round mag into the pistol, released the slide, and fired those rounds into the head and chest. I repeated the drill for the remaining mags. After the last mag, against my better nature, I left the slide back and ejected the spent mag, leaving both pistol and mag on the counter. I had one flier. I was still getting the feel of the reloading process.
I told the guy, "It's got a nice feel, a natural point, and almost no recoil. The mag and slide releases are well placed. This is a nice piece. I'll use this for the qualification. Let's do this."
I love firing ranges. A lot of the members of my gender think they are loud and stinky places full of testosterone fueled macho creeps. Well, yeah, they are loud without proper hearing protection and there can be a few guys around who could stand to work on their social skills. Still, I don't know of a more relaxing place. It's the purity of it all. There's no client, no telephone, nobody shooting back at you... It's peaceful. The world shrinks to just you, the pistol, and the target. It is where I feel at home.
The qualifier explained the course. I realized that it wasn't a Hogan's Alley. I wouldn't be firing left and right barricade positions. I wouldn't be using my off hand. I would be shooting at the two circles from different distances. I grabbed the required number of loaded mags. I loaded the pistol and chambered the first round. The spare mags were positioned on the counter in front of me. I took a deep breath, let half of it out, and said "Ready."
I remember firing the first few shots at the seven meter mark and then the range clear signal. Other than that, nothing. I waited for my score. The guy seemed to be taking a long, long time to tabulate my score. I hoped that I passed.