In good time...

Last Monday, The Boy® had a day off from school. Forecast called for fog, eventually burning off and becoming an unseasonably warm day. This meant that wind speeds would be in the 1-2 knot range, and with the tree cover around my range, that would be pretty negligible. So it seemed like a good time to take The Boy® to the range for the first time.

Now, The Boy® is about 6 months behind his sister in this regard. She went to the range for the first time right after she graduated from kindergarten. But every child is different, and you have to make the call on whether they can focus, control themselves, take direction and show respect for rules that they might not entirely understand at this time.

Miss Tacticute was ready to follow her daddy's direction right after kindergarten. The Boy® has been admonished on a regular basis to show some self control, and I didn't think he was ready back then.

After a little more time, and with an opportunity at hand, we went for it. First part of preparation was to take all that pink off the .22. Simple enough, swap out the pink-laden AR-15 lower with an all-black one, and that's all set. Then I just had the swap out the pink barrel carbine length handguard on the upper receiver, move the bipod onto the black equivalents, and it's fashionably black again.

25 yards, bipod on bench, but he's shooting from a standing position because there are no stools tall enough to get him up to the bench height.  The four holes immediately below the bullseye are mine, checking the rifle, and the rest are his.  I'd say that's not bad for the first time on the trigger.