The sporting life
Posted By Russ Emerson on August 21, 2003 at 10:05 pm
Tuesday was a great day.
My visiting brother and I took my 12-year-old nephew fishing on Jordan Lake – off a dock, since I have no boat. The crappie were biting, and the boy managed to land one, as well as a catfish. My brother got a crappie. I got bupkus – about ten bites, but nothing took the bait… well, the lure, actually.
Having productively spent the morning lakeside (time spent fishing is not about catching fish) it was determined that it was time to teach the boy to shoot.
Now, those of you who make Kim du Toit a daily read might be saying to yourself “12? You waited until he was 12? Are you nuts?” And you’d have a point. Heck, I first learned when I was six or seven. But two facts mitigate: 1) he’s my nephew, not my son, and 2) the boy lives in the land of loons California – ’nuff said.
So Tuesday we headed to the Wake County Firearms Education and Training Center. A more impressive facility I have never seen – not even (or perhaps, especially) while I was in the Army. Three of the indoor bays are available for public use (after completion of a 2-hour training class and passing a test) (I aced it, thankyouverymuch), with one bay reserved for police training. Two of the “civilian” bays are 50 meters; one is a full 100 meters.
100 meters. Indoors.
Jealous yet?