A few weeks ago Myke Cole ran a polite little contest. In order to teach people the trigger discipline that gunners so seldom display in movies and television, he picked up an umbrella and showed it. Your finger ought to be above the guard, and if there's a stock, it should go in the crease or pit of your arm.
|Myke Cole. Three tours in Iraq, one tour of the laundry room.|
Cole then invited anyone who take up any object around their house and demonstrate such caution. Any object other than a gun. I enjoyed his lesson so much that I went outside to practice.
Better, but in the words of one of my role models, not more better enough.
This one actually leaked a sap onto me that gave me a nasty allergic reaction. Cole did not warn me that fire arms leak sap from so little agitation. But with one hand swelling to a size a writer ought to care more about, I discovered my masterpiece.
Ladies and gentlemen: you can plainly see that my finger is above the guard. It was the best day on a firing range I'd ever had.