OOOH OOOOH -- Gotta pass this on:
My grandling Wolfie wanted to come up with his serious squeeze (Madison AKA: Maddie) to let her shoot the crossbow. Maddie could not come to our Thanksgiving dinner, and missed out on it.
I had the firing range all set up by the time they got to the Chateau. Sat her down in a chair in the shade, set up the shooting sticks, and placed the beast down in front of her.
I 'splained how to look in the scope, and to put the crosshairs on the red bullseye on the target 30 feet away. She finally got the idea, and so I charged the thing and put a bolt/arrow in the slot.
She's looking very carefully, shifting on the chair, and I tell her to push the safety off. She looks down the scope...
Fires. And my $15 arrow goes to the right of the target backstop and digs into the lawn. That thing will never be found. A crossbow bolt can travel 30 feet through roots and loam if it hits nearly horizontal. And it did. I called everybody off from looking for it.
Set it all up again. She put it right in the center of the red dot bullseye. YAY. Wolfie shot the beast a dozen times, too. Fun time. She took her "Shoot 'n See" targets home.
High point of the day. I realized that the pair could be: "Mad-Wolf"!!