Mrs. Ghost Tracker went for her CCL on Saturday. I tagged along for moral/technical support (and because her instructor is a longtime ol' shooting buddy of mine). She was as nervous as a longtailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. She even insisted that she put in a last little-bit of trigger time practicing late Friday afternoon, burning a quick box of WWB 9mm here at the house by dark. We were on-site 30 minutes early Saturday morning (not a habit of hers) and I quietly sat while she soaked-in the classroom session and aced the Written test by lunch. Then the fun part - off to the range! It wasn't a large class (9) and the instructor was running two qualifiers at a time. She held in the shadows until the first 8 were finished, allowing her to lastly shoot solo. All the other attendees had shot .22LR autoloaders & revolvers out of consideration of, I suppose, cost or recoil. At 7 yards they had managed to keep most shots in the black of a full B-24 target. Mrs. Ghost Tracker then stepped to the line with her GLOCK G19, followed the Range instruction like a IPDA Master, manipulated her pistol like Gaston's little sister, and proceeded to punch 21 X's dead-center mass with a group no bigger than a Slow-Pitch Softball!! I was/am soooo happy for her. She just beamed, had the instructor sign the target & brought it home for posterity. Please excuse my crowing...but she sure did her coach & life/SD/HD partner proud. Teach 'em to shoot...and they'll outshoot ya'! That's MY girl!