Today, I met a Glock shooter, named Joe, at the gun range. He was in his late fifties, early sixties. He was wearing jeans, glasses and a work shirt. Just a good old boy, I guess you'd say. We shot some, talked some and then went on our separate ways. Nice guy.
He was shooting a .40S&W Glock, for which he reloads. He shot pretty well, it was his first time trying to use an NRA-D1 target and the lack of a defined aiming point caused him some troubles.
He was decidely unninja-like and I forgot to ask him if he ever hunts