Okay, this one is a little off topic, but I've got to tell it, about women and guns.
My ex-wife, give the devil her due, had real style when it came to guns. Her favorite was a S&W 586, four inch barrel, carried in a Ranger nylon holster with a forward cant and a ranger nylon belt with cartridge loops. She was also a hell of a shot.
One day we're at the local outdoor range, getting set up at the 25yd end. The guy next to her notices her and now his .38 is recoiling up like he had a .44 magnum. He's got 8 clay pigeons on the bank at 25 yds, and he can't hit them to save himself. He turns to her and tells her she's welcome to try to hit his targets if she wants. She puts on her gunbelt, loads up and watches him show off. when he finally gets down to 6 targets, she draws the .357 and proceeds to take out the remaining 6 targets. His head looked like it was on a swivel, looks at her, looks at the clay pigeons disappearing, looks at her... The look on his face was beyond description.
I would guess he gave up shooting after that.