Monday, July 10, 2017

I promised pictures

Ugh.



31 shots of American Eagle 230gr.  Zero malfs of any sort. 

bad/good
4/3
1/6 
2/5 (but so ugly)
3/4
1/2

And the bad shots were 'called' in my head.  I didn't have to look for the hole to know they weren't any good.  Might be some so-called flinch creeping in, too.  Recoil anticipation.

I was too distracted about that racking-strength problem to properly concentrate at the task at hand.   But I did like the transition from the first to the second.  Before I fell off the cliff.   It was a better than usual first target then a marked improvement in the second. 

I think I will go a few sessions with the .22.  And dry fire.  Always more dry fire.  To combat that flinch.  

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