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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