By: Trisha
“Always keep the muzzle in a safe direction!” I call out to my shooters as I walk down the firing line, making sure all are safe. This is my job; this is what I do. I am a twenty-seven-year-old woman, a wife, a mom, a teacher, and now a Shoot Boss who runs a rifle marksmanship and Heritage program called Project Appleseed. It’s still crazy for me to think that only six years ago I was that person who was timid around firearms and now I’m in charge of teaching others to learn to shoot.
It all started back in 2008 when my in-laws were attending an event called Project Appleseed. I paid no attention to it. I was not a shooter and I didn’t grow up around firearms, so spending a weekend shooting sounded boring to me and not worth my time. Then on my mother-in-law’s birthday in July she bought us kids some presents: shooting glasses, earplugs, and even a box of .22 ammo. I remember her telling us that she really wanted us to go with her to the Project Appleseed at Winona, MN in September, which is about a three hour drive for us. Since she bought us some supplies and offered to pay for our hotel room, I figured, why not? September rolled around and my husband was called out on storm work because Hurricane Gustav hit the Gulf Coast. This meant I would have to go to a weekend of shooting without him. This made me nervous, he is my safety net and he wouldn’t be there to help me if I needed it.
When we reached the range Saturday morning, my heart fluttered, and I remember telling myself to take a deep breath and calm down. After the safety briefing given by the instructors, we were allowed to bring our rifles to the firing line, uncase them, and make them safe. The Shoot Boss walked down the line checking all the rifles and when he got to me, he stopped and asked, “Do you know how to work your rifle?”
“I know where the trigger is!” I responded with a grin.
That’s where I started, knowing where the trigger was. I was afraid to uncase my rifle, afraid I might bump it and something “bad” would happen. That’s what happens in the movies right? You drop the firearm, and it goes off? Well, that’s kind of what I believed would happen, so to touch one was frightening to me.
I struggled that weekend. On Saturday I used a stock Ruger 10/22 with its leaf sights, it’s not an easy sight to use since it puts the brass dot above the diamond and then onto the target. Even though aligning the sights was difficult for me, I did begin to learn what I needed to do to make my rifle safe and how to prepare a magazine and load it. That may not sound like a big accomplishment, but for someone who started the weekend only knowing which direction to point the rifle all the way to learning how to handle my rifle safely and properly was a big step.
Sunday morning I woke up extremely sore. I could barely move, and my body clearly wasn’t used to this sort of thing. We arrived at the range we started shooting. I started off okay, but this time I was using a Ruger 10/22 with scope, hoping to make it a little easier for me to make a good grouping, but unfortunately, the more I tried the more frustrated I became. About halfway through the day, I made a transition from standing to seated. I moved quickly into the correct position, but everything in my sight picture went black! I couldn’t see anything through the scope. I wiggled around, and still nothing. Then I heard, “Cease Fire! Cease Fire! Cease Fire!” At that point, I set my rifle down and tried to hold back tears. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I knew I wanted to walk away. I made my rifle safe, stood up, and tried to get away from the firing line.
The Shoot Boss happened to walk by me and asked, “How did that one go? I’ve noticed you’ve been doing pretty well with seated.” Forcefully giving a half smile I replied, “Not good.” I walked by him but was stopped again, this time by a friend who came with us that weekend. He asked what was wrong, so I told him what happened. By the time I was done, I had two instructors next to me, trying to calm me down. One instructor, Cindy, knew exactly what I was doing wrong. She sat me down in the seated position and told me what I needed to do. If it weren’t for everybody caring enough, I would have walked away and probably never come back. The next time I had the opportunity to do the seated position I did exactly what she told me and sure enough, I could see! I was so relieved, happy even that I was able to shoot again in this position.
Throughout the day we continued to shoot Army Qualification Tests (AQTs) for score to see where we ranked. It was to see if we were a “cook” or a Rifleman (expert). I did improve throughout the weekend but was nowhere near the elusive 210 out of a possible 250, which is the score needed to reach Rifleman. Since I didn’t score Rifleman in Winona, I knew I would need to go to another Project Appleseed. It took me two more Project Appleseed clinics, one in Lodi, WI, and then one in Knob Creek, KY to finally score above a 210! I made Rifleman! Achieving this was something that I earned, I worked hard and learned a lot in the process. It took a bit of practice and a couple of small tips from my father-in-law, Tony, to get me over that hump and past the 210 mark.
The understanding of what all the instructors were teaching me finally came together and clicked in my head. I was happy that it took me three Project Appleseed events (six days of being out at the range) to score Rifleman because it helped me grow as a shooter and as a person. What I learned in those three weekends was being a true Rifleman didn’t stop after the weekend was over. A true Rifleman doesn’t give up on what she believes in. A true Rifleman continues to fight to improve our country, to not let our forefathers down.
Even though I learned a bit about how to shoot properly, I still never thought I would be capable of instructing. I didn’t know very much about the different rifles. And really, who would listen to a twenty-two-year-old woman? One day at the beginning of Spring in 2009, a bunch of us were at my in-law’s house out back practicing our shooting. I was lying next to my husband’s aunt when I looked over and saw her struggling with her rifle, so I made my rifle safe and helped her as if it were a natural thing to do. Afterward, we went back into the house and my father-in-law grinned and practically stapled an orange instructor in training hat on my head. He said I was ready to become an instructor.
I still almost refused to accept the hat, but I loved the history part of Project Appleseed. For example, one woman Hannah Davis let her husband Isaac go and fight for our right to be free even though they had four children, two of whom were possibly dying of an illness. She let him go expecting never to see him alive again. She is why I kept the hat. She is why I began to instruct. I wanted to tell the world her story. I want people to remember the sacrifices made to build this country, to have a free country filled with Liberty.
The more I go to Project Appleseed clinics, the more I love it, and the more I learn. I have been an Appleseed Instructor now for about five years. I went through the instructor-in-training to become a full instructor and then when I was given a friendly nudge, I went through the Shoot Boss in training to become a full-time Shoot Boss.
I have enjoyed all of my Project Appleseed events, but my favorites have always been the Ladyseeds. These are Project Appleseed events solely for women. They are a blast. The last one I was at was in River Falls, WI. Women came smiling, some nervous, but everyone excited. I was there to share in their frustrations, their successes, and their smiles. This is why I instruct, teaching people, especially women, to safely and successfully handle a rifle. I get to watch them grow as a person in one weekend and they leave with smiles on their faces. They have bettered themselves in two days and they know it. I get to continue to see these changes in people every weekend I have an opportunity to instruct. This is because I am a twenty-seven-year-old woman: a wife, a mom, a teacher, and a Shoot Boss.