The first handgun I ever fired (age 10) was my uncle’s Highway Patrolman .357 and my Dad loaded three random rounds into the cylinder. After gun safety, the very next lesson was flinch control!
At my last range session I was happily blasting away at a target consisting of Jane Fonda’s ugly scowling face (.38 wadcutters work best). Two younger guys were watching and one said, “Is that his ex!?”. The other replied, “Naw, man, he must be Vietnam. That’s Jane Fonda!”
FWIW I was in Vietnam while Fonda was treasoning in Hanoi.
I gave the lads an unfired Fonda target and told them to copy it and pass it around.
good for you...if Hanoi Jane had half a brain she would be dangerous.
but she dosen’t...
My WW2 Marine/NYPD vet dad gave me my first lessons...with my own .22 rifle first...then his model 10 service revolver. he taught me safety and how to breathe and squeeze to hit targets...