LEGALDR wrote:
When I purchased my first pistol, I took a handgun class give by one of the local police departments. I was so proud of myself that I told my wife that she should learn how to use the pistol. In order to accomplish this, I volunteered to teach her everything that I had just learned. I took her to a local gun range and proceeding to display my newly acquired expertise. Doggone it, she turned out to be a better shot than me.
I feel for you.
When I was in 7th grade my friends and I had a disk(cardboard milk bottle cap) on a string swaying and jumping in a stiff breeze/wind and were shooting at it with air guns. Not an easy target. My Mom came out in the yard to deliver some cookies or something (small town, every Mom is everyone's Mom when it comes to snacks and keeping track of the kids), asked if she could try. She took my air rifle, hit that swaying disk three times with three shots, handed the rifle back and said "That is too easy. Move back further." then went in the house. Our fragile little male egos were stomped flat like a pancake - but we got over it and went hunting craw fish in the creek at the foot of the hill behind the backyard.