Arc weld
Veteran Member
When I was in Army Basic at Fort Jackson in 76 for some reason or other the men and women trained on the ranges at the same time. With the M 16 those girls beat the pants off the guys hands down. The small recoil and weight made it easy . Of course they didn't come close to the prepackaged experts like me being a North Country Ridge runner all my early years. And for my superior marksmanship what did I get for a reward? Pulled off the range since I zeroed right off the bat and the honor of humping ammo the rest of the morning for the M60 machine guns. Then in the afternoon I got a break and got switched to hauling railroad ties (and we were the tractor). Thanks Uncle Sam. Something tells me my experience is not unique.
I did learn something very valuable though and that is the true even today and that's the appreciation for weight of heavy caliber ammo. I could take two cans of M16 and run with it while that big wonkin box of .308 I could barely waddle. Another useless lesson learned.
My dad lied about his age to fight for Canada in WW II. Gunnery training was interesting. My dad started target shooting when he was about 13 years old. My grandpa was the manager of a large hardware store that supplied ammo to the gun club. It was quite common for my dad to take the gun clubs ammo and his gun case on the bus after school to go shooting. The gun club would often have shooting competitions with the military. They always told my dad to wait in the car. For the longest time he never knew why. Then it dawned on him they were probably betting on who would win and then this kid would come up and beat all of them.
In gunnery training an instructor came over to see how he was doing and said "You don't need this, go to the kitchen. They sent him to the kitchen to peel potatoes! My dad transferred to the air force because he didn't want to become a sniper. They decided my dad was best suited as an air gunner so up he went to shoot targets from a plane. He seemed to be too good of a shot so they figured the cable to pull the target was too short. They lengthened it and he was still hitting the target consistently. (Every 4th round was a tracer and my dad said once you locked on a target you could just follow the tracers) Then they sent up the lead instructor because nobody believed he was that good of a shot. My dad started to worry a bit so he hit the target a few times and then just pointed the guns down to get rid of the rest of his ammo. He didn't want to go peel potatoes again!
My dad was a tail gunner on a Halifax Bomber and flew on 5 sorties over Germany but never fired a single shot. The tail gunners main responsibility was to warn the pilot of other aircraft. On one sortie, after they got back, he noticed a huge hole in the plexi-glass bubble above him. On the 5th sortie his plane was hit by shrapnel and he was blown out with the bombs still on board. He was the only survivor and suffered a broken back. He was given a purple heart but they took it back when they realized he was a Canadian.
After recovering, he went back to target shooting. He was one of only 3 masters in Canada and the youngest by over 10 years. He competed on the Alberta and Canadian team all over the world. He won the Alberta championship so many times in the 50's they gave him the trophy. He carved his own gun stock which I still have but he sold the Winchester target rifle. He quit target shooting because it wasn't fun anymore. He said it got to where people resented him and just wanted to beat him. He was just a darn good shot and liked it in the beginning. Sadly I never got to see him shoot. I asked him once if he could shoot someone between the eyes and he said "At 100 yds, left or right of center. Hitting a dime at 100 yds. is considered a bulls-eye. Hitting inside the diameter of a dime at 100 yds. with a 22 is considered a perfect shot. My dad scored a lot of perfect 100-10X scores. The X signifies a perfect shot. You could have 10 bulls-eyes which would be a 100-10 score but the best shooters were usually in the 8-10X range.
I learned a valuable lesson from my dad playing sports growing up. Do the best you can but most important have fun. If you're not having fun it's not worth it.