If you count the holes to center mass, there are only 11, so I guess one flinched down to the crotch level. Dang.
Then I brought it closer, 8 yards, and did the head shots. Similar drill, I've done this before. I have that little yellow bit, might as well aim for it. And it keeps me honest because I can't much see the the holes in the black, so, less 'prairie dogging,' looking up over the sights, to see how I did.
Then, new target. 50 more shots.
Not too bad. You can see my groups easing over to the right more as I fatigue. I kinda like that upper right target. Felt pretty good. 7 shots touching.
What I was working on, what I was there for, what I was trying to improve or at least keep honed was my trigger pull. Per usual. Trying to make if faster. A surprise trigger pull on demand. Not: aim.... aim.... pull back the trigger... aim... squeeze.... aim... surprise-BANG. Not: Aim... flinch-BANG. But: Aim..... surprise-BANG!
It's all I've been working on.
I need to see if I can get some training. I wanna do that, but in pairs. Decent pairs.
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