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So the wife and I went to the Defensive Handgun 1 course given by Oregon Firearms Academy at Tri-County Gun Club on Saturday (7/17), and here's how it went.
Neither one of us has been to such a course before, and as expected, we were vastly outclassed by all the young guns there. It's hard on the ego, but good for the learning - I'd rather be the worst-qualified student in the class than the best. We surely got the lion's share of the teachers' time, and I'll wager we improved more than anybody else there.
There were fourteen students and eight instructors, one of whom was constantly yakking into the PA system while the other seven took care of two students each. The training was very, very hands-on: We handled the guns a lot, and the instructors were constantly putting their hands on us to get that index finger position just right, or to physically yank us into the proper position.
Well, there was all the obligatory blather first, "safety...blahblahblah...liability...blahblah...situational awareness...."
I had a serious flat spot on my behind by the time we got to work. Yeah, sure, it's all necessary, it's all good - just like that multi-page release form that I had to sign in umpteen places.
But the weather was perfect, the OFA guys all displayed the patience of Job, and 11 out of 14 eventually qualified at the highest Gold level. My bride and the one other female in the class (an M.D.) qualified to Silver level, along with one other guy. But not me - I shot Gold! And I grant eighty percent of the credit to my instructors who really earned it, and showed genuine pleasure and satisfaction with my success.
But defensive shooting is a perishable skill, so they say, ergo my only recourse is to sign up for another course! In the meantime, maybe I can find another NWFA reader to accompany me to Salmonberry Rd., where we can pull moving targets for each other.
Neither one of us has been to such a course before, and as expected, we were vastly outclassed by all the young guns there. It's hard on the ego, but good for the learning - I'd rather be the worst-qualified student in the class than the best. We surely got the lion's share of the teachers' time, and I'll wager we improved more than anybody else there.
There were fourteen students and eight instructors, one of whom was constantly yakking into the PA system while the other seven took care of two students each. The training was very, very hands-on: We handled the guns a lot, and the instructors were constantly putting their hands on us to get that index finger position just right, or to physically yank us into the proper position.
Well, there was all the obligatory blather first, "safety...blahblahblah...liability...blahblah...situational awareness...."
I had a serious flat spot on my behind by the time we got to work. Yeah, sure, it's all necessary, it's all good - just like that multi-page release form that I had to sign in umpteen places.
But the weather was perfect, the OFA guys all displayed the patience of Job, and 11 out of 14 eventually qualified at the highest Gold level. My bride and the one other female in the class (an M.D.) qualified to Silver level, along with one other guy. But not me - I shot Gold! And I grant eighty percent of the credit to my instructors who really earned it, and showed genuine pleasure and satisfaction with my success.
But defensive shooting is a perishable skill, so they say, ergo my only recourse is to sign up for another course! In the meantime, maybe I can find another NWFA reader to accompany me to Salmonberry Rd., where we can pull moving targets for each other.