March 30, 2017
Before I began my career at Seekins Precision, I remember thinking AR’s didn’t serve a purpose in my life. Many of my friends enjoyed them, but why would I (personally) ever need one? I had my shotgun for waterfowl, a shorter-range bolt action rifle, and a long-range precision rifle. What would I need an AR15 for? But it came full circle when I realized this deep-rooted fallacy grew from my inability to see their usefulness, and me not being comfortable with such a foreign platform.
I was lying in bed on the second night checking and reading comments on the Seekins Facebook, when suddenly the lights went out in the hotel. I thought about how odd it was, turned on the flashlight on my phone and pointed it towards the corner. I had two freshly cleaned rifles and at least 600 rounds of ammo. I smiled. Guns are tools. Tools that for me provide a feeling of safety and security. I remember thinking I may be a rookie, but I am a damn good shot. I could hear a little bit of ruckus in the hallway, but I turned off the light and sleep like an undisturbed baby.
The final day brought about a new wave of confidence. We were going to shoot in different positions using barricades, and implement all that we had learned.
I chose Glen’s rifle to ensure it was sighted in for coyote hunting with my father the next morning. It was a 3-Gun rifle as well, with blue accents and a 18in barrel. It was heavier, and whacked me in the shin when I had it slung around my neck. It was big, mean, and aided me in securing a first-place title.
There were three timed/graded events. Once the Marine said prizes would be awarded, my interest peaked. On the second event, I shot 36 rounds at six different targets in 26 seconds and missed center mass a few times. The final event was the military’s standardized test based out of 300 points. At 260 points, I was placed in the 80th percentile.
The class was somber as we completed our debriefing. We went around the table and each spoke on the biggest take away from the class. I laughed when it was my turn. I recalled my inability to close an action, to using and maneuvering the rifle as if it were an extension of my body.
I was cocky the first day, got my ass kicked the second, and gained a reputation by the third. Throughout the three days I picked the instructors minds on the other courses Magpul CORE offered. In my opinion, they could double the price of the classes and it would still be worth every penny. The instructors were professional, caring, treated safety as the number one priority, and had the perfect balance of serious and goofy. Throughout the three days all I could think while working near these impressive instructors, was how lucky we are to have men like them fighting for our freedom.
I find it hard to express what a pivotal moment this class was and how empowering it felt as a young woman to learn different tactics to protect myself, my home, and my loved ones. I left the range each day sore, sprouting new bruises, noticing more blood, and had a face of leopard spots from getting hit with brass casings. It was rewarding, and unforgettable.
A Magpul stock was my trophy for first coming in first place.
And I am excited to say, let the building begin.