I do want a class that teaches safety -- one that gives kids a healthy respect for guns, and maybe moves on to skeet or other sport shooting.
Many of the gun clubs and shooting ranges offer private lessons. Would this be a better option than a class?
This is what I was thinking of all whilst I was reading your post.
ok, ok, hear me out....
I think getting a class from someone who works at a shooting range is an excellent idea, IF you first talk to the person who would be educating Mo, to see if he can teach what Mo, on Mo's level.
Take me as a case in point.
I will freely admit to anyone that I am the most mechanically dis-inclined person who is currently alive.
I was well into my 40's when I finally learned why you turn a key in one direction to open a door, and another direction to lock it. Seriously, I would stand there and unlock a door, then, trying to pull the key out, I would bypass the "netrual" postion and relock the door....4 or 5 times in a row.
It wasn't until Wally held the door open and showed me how when you turn the key, that bolt thingie slides out.....and then back in when you turn it the other way, that I finally understood the process. Before that time, I thought it was just ******* magic doing it I suppose. To this day, when I unlock my front door, I think about that piece of metal sliding the way I'm turning the key.
Yeah, I'm a complete moron.
What I'm leading to is that Wally and I would go to the shooting range, and I'd always have a really good time. I love target shooting.
However even though I'm obviously careful around guns, it was really hard for me to "get" how they worked.
One day, out in the show room, Wally wanted to show me a gun he thought I should get for myself, and the guy behind the counter just handed it and started talking way over my head.
He and Wally were having a grand old time, while I just stood there feeling more and more stupid. When I tried to ask him a question, he would assume I was asking a lot more than I was, making the situation worse.
Long story short, when I left there, I burst into tears, because of frustration.
The next time we went, somehow I ended up talking to someone else who worked there. I was hesitant to say anything at all to him.
When I explained how dense I was mechanically, and how the other guy put me in such a tizzy, he explained how HE did things.
He said he would teach me how to take apart and put the gun back together, and ask as many questions as it took. Also, to ask the questions in the way that made sense to ME, since I was the one learning.
It was a whole different experience.