On Saturday Bill and I attended a Basic Pistol Workshop taught by NRA instructors. I've had my gun about 2 weeks but haven't fired it, let alone had the ammo in the same room. I've been reading instructional manuals and watching YouTube videos so now I knew how to hold the gun, how to dismantle it and I'd also changed the magazine release from being right handed to left handed.
There were about 15 in the group, 4 of us women. We were supplied with a training manual, plenty of pistols and revolvers to inspect and we got straight down to business.
The workshop wasn't too fast paced and I welcomed that it was so visual and hands on. We had the literature in front of us in a book or on the wall but every nugget of information was shown to us first hand.
I found an excellent website that explained it fully here.
After a morning of class I felt a lot more comfortable about my gun. We had covered everything needed to understand the workings and the handling of it. We had even been shown how to clean it properly. To finish the morning we were given a test and I was rather pleased to get 48/50. Apparently if anybody got more than 5 wrong it would be an issue but since none of us did, I never found out what would happen in that event.
We ran to grab a quick lunch and then drove to the firing range, which was on a local farm. Some primitive targets had been set up, and once again I became anxious at the thought of making errors when getting my gun ready for firing. But first we had to shoot from .22 revolvers to show we'd learned how the action worked.
One of our group had brought along his latest acquisition, the Vepr 12, based on the AK-47. A couple of us jumped forward eagerly when asked if we wanted to fire it, video here of one of us having a go.
And so our class came to an end. I had been very impressed at how it had been conducted and at how professional the instructors were. Every question had been answered and I had left without any doubts nagging at me. I felt assured that I could now be a responsible gun owner and handle my pistol in the correct manner.
And of course that meant that as soon as I got home I cleaned my gun. I had all the correct equipment necessary and because it was my first time, and I was on my own, I took photos as I dismantled it, so I could put it back together again correctly. 20 minutes later I had a spotless Sig Sauer in front of me and it wasn't until everything was cleared up and locked away that I treated myself to a cold beer for a day very well spent!