I took my Granddaughter shooting yesterday and had a great time. I took four pistols, three .22s, one .357, three rifles, a Ruger 10-22, Marlin 39A and a Rolling Block in 40-65. I started her with the scoped 10-22 since I wanted to teach her how a scope worked and how to sight it in. At fifty yards she was soon filling the 10 ring with 22 holes. Next was the .22 pistols. I started her with single action and showed her the fastest way to load and reload. Once she got the hang of that I let her shoot a double action S&W .22 and explained the difference. She did well with that one also. I then let her shoot the .357 loaded with .38 specials. That also went well. I did not want her to shoot the 40-65 for fear the recoil might be intimidating but she insisted so I thought why not. I shouldn't have worried. The range we went to has four heavy steel plates at 200 yards. I had not been able to hit one when she took the rifle. She hit one on the second shot and then three in a row. She was thrilled beyond belief. Then it was my turn. I could not hit the plate to save my life. She was spotting for me and every shot she would say, your high and to the left. I finally hit one on the fourth shot. I didn't shoot anymore. When we finished, the range master said, you may as well put those .22s back in the safe for good. She will want nothing more to do with them. I think he is right. When she saw how that big lead slug made the plate jump around she was laughing out loud. When we left I treated her to a double cheese burger at IN & OUT. A great day. I realize the date on my camera is not correct.