This morning I shot with the Cenla Sports Shooters, a USPSA club in the local area. Thirty of us gathered for a club match. I'm no competitive shooter, but when I get the opportunity to hang out with like-minded people, burn a little powder, and test my skills, it's a good thing.
I have no delusions that I'll ever be a top pistol shot. My nearly 60 year old body simply won't allow it. But, it's great fun to watch the other pistoleros, to help the club, to give them a little cash for their coffers, and to help when it's time to break down the targets at the end of the day. There were a couple of young'uns shooting with us today. On my squad, a young man, 10-ish years old was shooting a Kimber 1911 in .45 ACP. I watched him on the courses and remarked to another squaddie that if he keeps his interest and progresses with his proficiency, he'll be one heck of a shooter when he reaches young adulthood. After the match I shook his hand and told him it was a pleasure to shoot with him. Young folks are the hope of the shooting sports and we need to do everything we can do to help them along.
For myself, if I'm shooting I'm having fun. And I had great fun this morning. I don't know my scores, and frankly, I don't care. I didn't show up this morning for scores. I don't believe that any human skill erodes as quickly as proficiency with a handgun and this morning I got to stretch my abilities. I surprised myself with some very good shots, and I surprised myself with some very poor shots.
I'll be back next month. After I load a bunch of .45 ammo.