So a number of years ago, I was at a civilian range, having a good time blazing away through way too much ammo. There were quite a few people at the range, new shooters and old hands alike. I, as it usually seems to be, was somewhere in the middle. Not as experienced as I would like to be, due to time and finances, but I do manage to hit what I aim at, every once in a while. I was talking to these two gentlemen to my right throughout the course of the afternoon. Great guys, one was a Vietnam Vet, the other, the Gulf War.
At some point in the afternoon, we were running through some pistol qualification or the other, and I was quite pleased with my own results. In between the cycles of firing and moving to different firing lines, I was actually shooting pretty darn good. Most of my rounds impacted right about where I wanted them too, although I did notice that I was starting to anticipate a few rounds. Gonna have to work on that, I thought to myself. Other than a few stray rounds off in the realm of the blank paper outside of the black (I sneezed, dammit / the sun got in my eyes / insert excuse here), there was a nice, respectable, and raggedy hole developing in the (mostly) center mass of the target. I thought to myself, 'Self, you're a stud with a pistol!'
I happened to glance over to the two old Marines to my right, and noticed that they were almost complete with their targets, in that on their targets they were drawing smiley faces, hearts with arrows through them, and were currently shooting out the letters printed along the top of each target.
sigh
At some point in the afternoon, we were running through some pistol qualification or the other, and I was quite pleased with my own results. In between the cycles of firing and moving to different firing lines, I was actually shooting pretty darn good. Most of my rounds impacted right about where I wanted them too, although I did notice that I was starting to anticipate a few rounds. Gonna have to work on that, I thought to myself. Other than a few stray rounds off in the realm of the blank paper outside of the black (I sneezed, dammit / the sun got in my eyes / insert excuse here), there was a nice, respectable, and raggedy hole developing in the (mostly) center mass of the target. I thought to myself, 'Self, you're a stud with a pistol!'
I happened to glance over to the two old Marines to my right, and noticed that they were almost complete with their targets, in that on their targets they were drawing smiley faces, hearts with arrows through them, and were currently shooting out the letters printed along the top of each target.
sigh
4 comments:
I have a couple of guns I can snipe with, the gun shoots better than me. Most of my pistols are 3-4 inch group at 25 yards. I'm happy with that.
Sometimes I am so good I figure I must have shot through the same hole in the target. Several times.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it...
Wonder why no one seems to buy it?
We've all been there.
These days, I'm working more on fast target acquisition from the holster, double-tap, hammers, controlled pairs, etc. The nice thing is, I don't worry so much about the ragged holes any more. Interestingly, as my draw-and-shoot scores get better, my slow-fire accuracy improves. This work is done best with a partner to call your target and give you a draw command.
Dad's right. Practice doesn't make perfect; perfect practice makes perfect.
I have seen one guy good enough to cut the "x" ring out with .38 wadcutters, neatly overlapping the edges of the holes. In competition, with a tight time limit. Show off doesn't quite cover it.
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