John, that was an entertaining poll. So here’s the zinger, if you were to explain what we do to each one of those guys in two concise sentences, their expressions would not change, assuming they were even still listening
after the first sentence.
You could show them a picture of our guns on the line, but that would just draw smirks. Are we old, - well, our guns do look like, to the uninitiated, a catalog of contrived ADA accommodations, made for a rifle. F-Class was actually created for the aged. But young guys were drawn to it, lazy ones I guess

, because we all know sling is a real thing, you know, that one we all love to avoid.
F-Open rifles propped up with their rests with long handles terminating in a ball (for our safety?) are a little analogous to the purpose of those folding walkers old folks whip out, you know, those contraptions we don’t like to make eye contact with. Words never uttered on this planet, “hey that’s a really good looking walker, can I try it?”
Do little kids run around the neighborhood saying to each other, let’s go play F-Class now. If the climax of an old western is the stare down and a blink of the eye holster draw with an instinctively placed hip shot, then F-Class resides at the exact opposite end of the spectrum, we are the credits tolling, but in slow motion, without the music.
On a list of all sports and activities that can be watched, shooting has been ranked by women as the least sexy, and I believe board games were included on the list. We will get an Olympic event right after Spellibg Bee’s. So other shooters want to say we in f-Class don’t rate. Hilarious, we are all from the same barrel of cane pole pond fishing.
I’m good with that; I don’t care, I love our tempest in a teapot.