Said like, "You should finish your broccoli."
Aw, mom, do I have to?
Actually, it's not necessarily said that way, but that's the way a lot of people hear it, no matter how it is said.
Last time I was out with Sam he was his usual gunsmith self and watching out for noobie to be sure they didn't point the muzzle to their 9 o'clock, where we were standing. He suggest there are training options to make them learn more, but he did it like... well... a gunsmith. All knowledgeable and serious.
It's how he weeds out the uncommitted. Being all gruff. Did it to me when I first went in the store. "Naw that gun sucks, there is nothing I can do for it at a decent price." It did suck, and it will be expensive to make good.
But that's neither here nor there. Back to the subject: Training.
It's not broccoli. It's dessert! Training is fun! Sure, some instructors are awful. You know what? There are other instructors. Try another one. I get a lot of enjoyment out of training. And my pace of improvement is glacially slow. Still a blast to do. I've got to overcome some inertia and find more instructors to try out.
Anyway, I told those people at the range. The noobs. You don't just learn stuff and safety. It's also fun.
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