The girlfriend and I spent several hours at the range today. Both her sons are grown, and only the youngest is still in the nest, but he has a gf of his own, so he's out quite a bit. Anywhoo...I asked what she wanted to do this weekend, and besides going to the Star Trek movie, she wanted to go to the range. So, we stopped back at my place, picked up "her" revolver (A S&W Custom Shop TRR8), my Sig P226, my Marlin 1894, and six boxes of ammo. She does quite well with her revolver, and I suggested she try my Sig. She didn't care for the trigger (I don't like it, either), but the recoil and muzzle blast didn't bother her a bit. She wasn't hitting quite as good as she does with the TRR8, so we went back to shooting that one for a while. I got the Marlin out, explained how it worked, and fired a few shots at the target, which I had moved all the way out to the end of the range, about 50 feet. My first shoot was almost dead-center, and the next five were "9 Ring" or better, pretty darn easy to do with a rifle at 50 feet! I let her try it, and after a few shots she put it down and said she wasn't used to holding something heavy in a position like that, and gave it back to me. All in all, we had a great time, ran into one of my instructors, and she got to fire a few different guns today.
The highlight of the day (for me, anyway) was when she turned to me as I was putting the rifle away and said "Honey, if we're ever in the middle of nowhere, and you have to use your guns, I know you'll be able to put food on the table, and keep us safe".
Gee, and a year ago she had "Terminal Flinch" every time we went to the range and somebody else let off a big bore pistol!