84 rounds of Winchester.
26 February.
No failures, though I can feel some grittiness I want to go away. And the fiber optic front sight is getting... dark. A clean is in order. Soon.
Ten years ago I read up on it everywhere and asked around and no one could explain to me what a Compressed Surprise Break was. I think I am beginning to get it. Getting to that surprise break in a hurry. You can make those words and understand it acedemically, but understanding it with the gun is a whole nother matter.
I bet all y'all already know how, and it just took me a lot more practice to figure it out because I am a slow head spaz.
Another thing, as I have gotten better... In the old day my first shot of the day was often the best. After that the flinchies came to the fore. I don't get that first cold shot good anymore. I need to warm up to move away from the flinchies, low and right. I hope I can fix that because if I actually NEED a gun, that first shot, and also any others after that... I don't want to require a warmup if I have to defend myself.
Beginning of the session
All right...
The end of the session
More centered. Both at 50 feet.
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