Gunblogger Duty Done
A brain fart left my Ruger SP-101 hiding in my lens bag, so Jo got a exclusive diet of automatics. She did equally well with the GLOCK 19 and 23, but struggled with cocking the stiff recoil spring on the .45. She seemed to enjoy shooting everything I offered and got most hits on the paper plate about 15 feet down range.
Next outing will feature the revolver and a 9-mm carbine.