Shooter’s Prayer

I saw today that David over at Musings Over a Pint has taken the last sentence to my post whining about my weekend, added as an afterthought, wherein I speculate that life may be just one big shooting stage problem solving exercise, and turned it into a prayer:

When I breathe my last, and open my eyes in Glory, may the first thing I hear be “Unload and show clear.” Amen.

Very nice. Thank you, David. I’ve already printed this on nice parchment and framed it and hung it in my den, and over my workbench at home. And thanks to Mrs. Hands for her stockpiling of picture frames against the coming zombie photo-apocalypse.

On his same post, he links to a story about St. Gabriel Possenti, who some are promoting to be named the Patron Saint of Handgunners. Take a moment to read his story. I don’t think things like this “just happen.”

Level Up

My Quest for C Class

I feel like I should be standing under a floating gold heart or something.

I got a new membership card in the mail yesterday from the USPSA. It turns out that I’ve shot enough matches with classifier stages that I have been classified. No longer do I need to put a “U” in the Class column when I sign in. And, I will now be competing against all others in my class.

My class? D Class in Production. It’s what I expected. It means I’ve averaged under 40% in all my classifier stages so far.

How do I get to C Class? Practice.

I have to score 40% to 59.9% on the next 6 of 8 classifiers that I shoot. How long will that take? I don’t know. Stay tuned.

If You Missed Out . . .

. . . on getting a gun from the ATF, you can still get the T shirt.

I may be the last one to mention it in their blog, but my friend and training buddy Sean Sorrentino did what a lot of people just thought about, and made up some T shirts that ask the pressing question, “Am I the only person on the planet that didn’t get guns from the ATF?”

Shirts start at $16 plus shipping. An ample fellow like myself, who wants to leave room so I can put it in the dryer, will pay more.

He even has pink shirts. Perfect for those who wear that color.

In Memoriam

Photo courtesy of the USAMU via the Military Marksmanship Association.

I was clicking around today looking for information on the US Army Marksmanship Unit (USAMU), when I came across the website for the Military Marksmanship Association, a private, non-profit group made up of former USAMU members. I was surprised to find there on the first page a familiar name, SFC Jason Sargent.

The last time I shot a GSSF match at Fort Benning in 2008, the USAMU served as Range Officers. Sergeant Sargent was the RO when I shot 5 to Glock. How could I forget that name?

I was also shooting with another shooter, for whom it was actually the first time they had shot a pistol. I was fascinated with how patient the other RO was with this new shooter, even though her strings took minutes to complete.

While we waited, SFC Sargent asked me, “Would you mind if I gave you a pointer?”

Well, duh. When the US Army Marksmanship Unit offers you free advice, you take it.

It turns out I was slapping the trigger, that is, removing my trigger finger from the trigger after every shot. He showed me how to shoot with reset, that it, to hold the trigger until the gun cycled, then release it just enough to reset the trigger, ready to fire. The difference was palpable, and I was able to reduce the time on my next string of fire by over 3 seconds.

It was probably the most valuable shooting advice I’ve every gotten, and I remember it vividly. After all, like I said, you don’t forget someone named Sergeant Sargent.

But today, on the front page, was a link to SFC Sargent’s obituary. I was stunned.

** Update – obituary here.

I will let you read his story. I certainly cannot do it justice.

SFC Sargent, thank you for your service, and for your advice. You will be remembered.