I woke up today thinking "uuuggh. Its early" and went and picked up my son to take him to his Dr appt. Then he and I met my wife for lunch, and then, as though all the planets aligned and God reached down and stuck his finger in my wifes ear and forced the most magical chain of words out of her mouth I ever thought I would hear. She said "Hey baby, I want to go hunting with my Dad this year, and since you have Justin with us, can we go to the range and you can teach me to shoot?" And I paused... and said "oh the rifle?" And heard back "No, silly the rifle and the pistol!" And again I paused... and asked "oh the .22s right" and again this human imposter taking on the shape of MY wife said " duuuh, and the .44 mag too! So how bout it?" So. We went shooting. And it also happened to be the first time I took my son to the indoor range. Check this out... Momma with the .44 (.44 special loads fyi, but STILL!) Momma with the .22 pistol My son with the .22 pistol And this didn't come out so good but that's after she got ahold of the scoped .22 rifle. The center target with the friggin 4" grouping is hers at 25 yards. (Not scout sniper incredible but for her first time ever shooting, **** good!) I was impressed. Here's a few more of Mrs.-ive-never-shot-a -gun's damage... This (the center target and surrounding targets were with the pistol- ruger mkII with a red dot scope, at 15 yards and 20 yards) I had to re-sight in my scope on the rifle but once I did this is her at 25 or more yards (all the way to the back. Anyhow there's a couple more of these but you get the picture. I took my wife, my "no I don't like guns but I tolerate them" wife, to shoot for the first time plus got to spend the day with my son (played hooky from school for the dr. Appt) and got to blow crap up. I don't think I fired 15 rounds out of the 200 .22s, just sighting in my scope, and12 of the 50 .44 spl.s but it was the best day I have ever had at the range! Gotta say it was a good day!