A Place I’ve Been Recently....
is H2O Waterfowl in Dunn, NC. My little family of four went to participate in an IDPA Pistol Match. I was nervous but felt ready to give it my best shot...pun intended. We woke up early for a Saturday morning and headed out at 6:15 a.m. I drove and sang songs and was feeling pretty relaxed all things considered. We arrived to find LOTS of other shooters but I still felt okay. We were assigned a squad with our friend as the SO (Safety Officer) and I was one of only three women. Still...I was okay.
We got to our first Stage and it was tricky, but doable. As long as I kept my head and used good form. I vowed not to worry that I was slow...and to focus on accuracy. I watched others and was still not wigged out too badly. My turn was called and I nodded with only a tad bit of apprehension. I charged my pistol and concentrated on smooth trigger pulls and fluid movements and hitting the targets in the correct order. Part one...whew...no penalties!
Moving onward to phase two and I followed proper rules of concealment and was actually breathing again...then DARN IT... I turned to the right when I was supposed to turn to the left. I never swept anyone with the muzzle of the gun, never was unsafe...but BAM.... disqualified!! DQ!!?? Disqualified...not Dairy Queen.
Instantly I was shifted to another place. The one between my ears. I could’ve blamed the pistol, our friend, my kids, my husband, the dogs back home...you know....on and on and on! Instead, I apologized and said it was my fault. I took the punishment of being DQed from the match with no pouting or gnashing of teeth. I hated to mess up... but owning my mistake felt pretty good. Nobody could talk junk because there was nothing to say. I messed up. I admitted it. I took my punishment.
This “place” felt really good. Maybe I’ll go there again in a different setting. Maybe, you’ll even join me!
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