As my experience continures and shooting become 'normal' everyday activity, like using a revolving door, or parallel parking, I notice things I didn't notice when I was more of a tyro.
I can see bullets in flight more and more nowadays. Look, shiny! zing. (why? my eyes are open more, prolly.)
I hear the impacts of my shots at the range backstop, separate from the bang of the charge. Bang-clank, bang-clank. (why? you got me. less of a shock, this contolled splosion in my hands?)
I think less about my stance and position and grip. When I DO think to check on those, they are mostly where I want them to be, like it was automatic. I need to flex my knees more and lean a bit more forward. I want that to be as automatic as a grip that lines up with the line of my forearm.
The 'surprise break' is getting better, but not there yet. I just know when the trigger is going to go on my guns. And my brain is going: "make it happen... NOW." And it happens, bang. That's the Holy Grail. Fixing that.
4th of July, 1965 - I was eight. It was the 4th of July and we were at my grandparents house. My grandfather had some real firecrackers. Big around as a road flare and about ...
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