Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away . . . .
WHOOPS! Wrong story!
Years ago, when I was secretary of Perth Field Rifle, I wanted to start an air gun club for teenagers. Western Australia’s firearms laws were, and are, draconian, so there were a few hoops to go through, even for air rifles. One of those was an “in the public interest” hoop, so I decided that as a part of club membership the boys would have to demonstrate they could handle firearms safely.
That meant developing some sort of course. I had already qualified in the Sporting Shooters’ Assn of Australia course, and liked its practical component very much. However, I wanted more than that to satisfy the Western Australian authorities.
I wrote the NRA, telling them what I was doing and asking for help. A few weeks later, I received not a letter, not a package, but a BOX full of useful materials. Putting together something for the authorities was a doddle, and I can tell you they were impressed!
The boys who joined the club tended to be fairly unathletic, not anything special academically, who had sort of “slipped through the cracks” where team sports were concerned. Many of them were rock-steady shooting off-hand, and I remember thinking at the time that that quality carried over into their characters and personalities.
A year or so afterwards, I sold all my shooting equipment. #3 was on the way, we needed a bigger house and everything went into the kitty to make that happen. I lost touch with my mates at Perth Field Rifle, and I think the air gun club went belly-up.
A few years back, I ran into one of the boys. He’s now a millionaire; went into panel beating (smash repairs) and ended up owning several panel beating outfits. He’d sold the lot and moved back to Perth. Steve was one of those unathletic, not anything special academically, rock-steady lads I mentioned above. It was good to talk to him.
You never know - throw a rock into a pond and let the ripples roll! I do know that, without the NRA’s help, that course never would’ve gotten off the ground. I do know, because Steve told me, that the air gun club was appreciated by a small group of young men thirty years ago.
