I really don't have a great story - just a prime example of a time that I should've kept my big mouth shut.
I've got a VP9 that I love. I'm a pretty good shot with it, and I enjoy shooting it whenever possible. Since I'm a public school administrator, I get a couple weeks off around Christmas/New Year's. Anyway, during this time, my wife were going stir crazy and we decided to visit my parents, who own a few acres...and I took the HK.
I've been wanting my wife to learn to shoot. She's probably shot less than a box of ammo in her 52 years, and handles a handgun in about the same manner she would handle a live snake. But on this trip I convinced her to at least try shooting the VP9. The day before we decided to shoot, I explained how to use the Speed Sights on the pistol. I drew a small diagram on paper to help her understand. I went over the proper way to handle the pistol. I explained about the recoil and the report she should expect. I worked with her on her grip and stance...until I noticed her eyes glazing over.
The next day we went to shoot.
I didn't have any fancy targets, so I took a couple paper plates and drew a quarter-sized circle in the center of the plate with a Sharpie and blackened it. I stepped off 25 feet and showed her how to hold the gun and what she should do. She insisted that I shoot first so she could see exactly what needed to be done. My grouping wasn't bad - all 15 rounds were on the plate so I felt pretty good about myself. Then I swapped mags for her.
I told her to move closer to the target, and stepped off 15 feet, so she would be only 10 feet from the target, but she wanted to shoot from 25 feet. I agreed, but knew what was coming.
She clumsily grabbed the gun and pointed it toward the paper plate and squeezed the trigger. I looked at the plate, but didn't see anything. She said, "I know I hit it." I just laughed a bit, and said that I didn't see a hole in the plate. But she insisted. So we both walked up to the target to look. Right in the center - and I mean dead-on center of the black spot I marked on the plate - was a single hole. Her first shot was a bullseye - and better than any of the 15 rounds I shot. She just looked at me, grinned, handed me the VP9, said, "That wasn't so hard," and walked off.
Now, I can't get her back out to shoot. She just tells me that she knows how to shoot...and I can't really argue with her. Crap.