Girls, do yourselves a favor.
Don't ever pass up the opportunity to go to the range. Shooting is a perishable skill and takes constant re-inforcement. Muscle memory is all well and good, but there is nothing like putting lead down range.
I, myself, have been remiss in partaking in much-needed practice. When I was shooting regularly a couple of years ago, I finished in the top ten (often top five) in our monthly Defensive Pistol competitions. At one point, my instructor said that I could draw almost faster than the eye can see. I was good. There wasn't a gun that I wouldn't shoot and I was always first to the line to try something new. The key word in those preceding sentences: was.
I went to out with RockCrawlinChef and his work buddies today for a day of shooting. It was fabulous - eventually. I limp-wristed my pistol and had some feed problems; I slapped the trigger and threw my rounds; I second guessed my sight picture; I made mistakes I haven't made in years. And why? Not enough range time. Lack of confidence. Used to be, I *knew* that I was one of the best at the range. I know, that even without range time, I can kill whatever I point my gun at. However, I'd like to do it with only one or two rounds, not one or two magazines.
Last year for a wedding present, one of my shooting buddies gave us a Remington 700 in .223. It lay dormant under our bed until today. Last year for my birthday, RCC gave me a 12 gauge Remington 870. It stood dormant in the closet until today. The GunDiva of old would never have allowed two perfectly good guns to go neglected for a year.
I don't know what happened to the old GunDiva, but I'm ready to have her back. I'll be making a point to get to the range as often as possible - at least once a week between now and September because I'm headed back to Defensive Pistol competition and that's going to take a lot of trigger time (and, sadly, some knuckle push-ups to get my wrist strength back) to not embarrass myself.
So here's today's lesson: Practice, Practice, Practice.
Time to get my booger hook out of my nose and onto my bang button.