My daughter, the next Hit Girl

So, Miss Tacticute and I went to the range on a lovely Sunday, only to discover that when the range schedule said "competition", it really meant "state championships". No where for us to squeeze in.

So we went to an indoor range.

So, picture this (and you'll get video later, so you don't need to picture it for long): Seven year old half-asian, quarter-hispanic girl, pony tail, tie-die t-shirt, pink capris...

And her trusty pink AR-15 in .22LR. The range staff helpfully found a wooden box for her to stand on so she could get behind her rifle on its bipod in bay 12, away from the other shooters.

So she's rocking away on her pretty AR, pumping .22 into a Homeland Security Standard qualification target. She shoots a 25 round magazine into the center of the target. She also works out that, due to the reduced range, her rounds hit below the aimpoiint of her Trijicon reflex sight, so she walked the rounds up to the center.

Well, that's a big target, and she's shot up the center, so I suggest she shoot the head area.

"Yay!" Oooookay.

So she mostly sends the next 25 rounds into the head, for a time competing for speed with the guy in lane 6 who's relatively rapidfiring his 9mm. I slow her down and she starts shooting all over the target. What's going on?

"I shot him in the shoulders!" Well, nice grouping, sweetie.

So I reel in the target to show her what's she's done, and she's pleased with it. The target is pretty well peppered with .22, enough that it's not worth firing more .22, but maybe I can use it with something larger before putting up another target.

Sweetie, I think I'll shoot this target for a bit. You've been shooting with this, shows her a .22LR round, but I'll be shooting with this, shows her a .45 ACP 230gr FMJ.

"Wow, that's big! Cool!"

So I set her in bay 11 so .45 ACP brass doesn't plink on her head, run the target out, load up and...

"Daddy! Daddy! I want to tell you where to shoot!"

Like Simon says?

"Yeah!" Arrighty then, that sounds like fun.

"Tummy!" Ah, center of mass. *BLAM*

"Head!" Another classic choice. *BLAM*

"Ear!" Er, what? "Ear, daddy!" Right. Careful aim, front sight, press, *BLAM*

"Shoulders!", she says with a giggle. *BLAM* *BLAM*

"SHOOT HIM IN THE EYES!" *BLAM* *BLAM*

"Yeah! Make a smiley face!"

Oh, I wish I had had the camera running for that.