The FIRST magazine went to the center mass at 75 feet this time. I was fresh, and it shows. Five inside the 9 ring.
Second mag, I felt flinchy. And it showed. 4 sailed over the top of the head, or grazed it. Third mag, same point of aim, better because less flinchy.
4th mag, I was aiming at the little guy, upper left, and missing. Tired already. Might as well pack it in.
If I ever get my stamina up, it will be doing things outside the range, mostly, I am sure. Something on me hurts all the time. Age. I only mention pain here when it is out of the ordinary worse. But I am sure those aches and pains aren't helping my stamina. Nor is my sedentary job.
Still, first mag went where I wanted it to at a pretty good distance away that I absolutely could not expect to accomplish just a few short years ago. I'd never have thought to engage targets that far away.
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