...or at least someone who's got the bug bad enough to try for stardom.
Breda blogs her beau Mike's Garand experience at Camp Perry. He had an awesome coach!
The reportage was excellent; I felt as though I had been rained on and found myself craving coffee and Krispy Kremes just reading it.
NRA High Power is personally not my gig. However, like any other shooting sport, the participants are as friendly and generous as you could possibly hope. Just show up for a match in your street clothes with no gear, and folks will come up to you and ask "Do you need a spotting scope? A mat? A gun? Want some pointers?" For this to happen at Camp fricken' Perry is like showing up in the stands at Wimbledon and having Serena Williams or Andre Agassi walk up and ask "Do you want to play? Do you need a racket? I can let you borrow one..."