This is my target at 25 feet:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTNlMKsWjGb7Pv4FGG6fTG28XPT_Ii1gZ-PEFIVI9T0BYt9avgAEi7YuSr55sJMmNs-cRzkG7BeW4jLSLHFI6DaLv3tjjgGvA3YXxqvPNWrHCbYJg7RJ8RGVw_cwAWOQPJOIHZr3edVSH/s400/sig1tar.gif)
And this is the Breda's target, the same target type, the same week:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzWr3F0lUuuHIjUk-YzIdZGSFwFi3Lio3gqHhlRJZzH-FCd5DPvAkTQ3ekczz6nuo-_MLdkzKeJ2sZv6WshWHAOEgBJirwzlWPYG6UYbSUMYQVzIPM1KqmmHSdgpGcfgoSjvQjR9AMYZv/s400/rugerp345andtarget.jpg)
Notice any difference?
Uh huh. Me too. Breda has been shooting about a year longer than me. If my targets look like hers this time next year, I will be at the same level of experience and have achieved something. Instead of one or two in the 7-ring, I will hopefully be like the Dead-Eye Librarian, and have only one or two in the 8-ring.
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I keep inviting you to Ohio, so you can be schooled at the range by a chick. I'll also buy you a beer, to soothe your ego.
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