It is always me against myself. Sometimes, one of me must lose.
“Look, this is hard for me,” X said. ” “I mean I try to be humble. I try to be the best I can. I don’t like to miss my mark, ever. It is a trait I guess.”
Also, I am not D. Real. There is a D. Real though, and he is/was and always will be a Boy Scout. He is one of the good guys.
I think my next shot will be at the bottle cap sideways. I can’t possibly hit that with an AirSoft gun from 23 feet. Right?
I mean on the first shot. Odds are good I would it hit relatively quickly. But you never know. You never know for sure, even as a psychic or a savant.
Dad, today I won the Plinker Bowl. I am the best today. I am almost happy. I am close to happy.
I very well may miss my next shot. I thought I would today. I didn’t.
Long story short, I shouldn’t be this good. It takes all kinds of muscle memory to be this good. I don’t ever recall shooting all that much. I do recall having an eery knack for it, and I recall liking it. My mom took my guns though.
I never shot again until a few years ago, more like the last year and one half year.
I made these shots with an AirSoft Springer shooting plastic 6 mm BBs at 260 feet per second, from 23 feet, at a downward angle, free handed with three dot sights.
When I attempt my next shot, I will try real hard to hit it on the first shot. Part of me really wants to miss it though. I won’t miss on purpose. If I miss, I miss.
I also can take guns apart and modify them pretty readily.
And honestly, I had only shot a handgun one other time before buying my AirSoft pistols and it was a revolver, .38 special. I had only shot rifles and BB rifles, and shotguns too.
Yet, from the time I picked up this Beretta, I have been lights out.
I am a training expert and I know I should not be as good as I am. I rarely if ever miss.
There is this too, but this was with a BB rifle and that didn’t really surprise me. Like I say, I shot these as a kid and was pretty darned good with them. Still, it is one hell of a series of shots.
I called this proof of X but the real, undeniable proof for me anyway is above.
The last thing my father gave me was a gun. A gun.
It was kind of weird because…. It just was.
Anyway, I was taught many things as a child. Someone taught me things and removed my memory of learning them.
The bottle cap shot I made today was the first and only attempt I have ever made of that shot.
I likely have the skill to hit that bottle cap sideways on my first shot. I likely do. I am not calling my shot though. I could miss, almost hope I do. I know me though. I want to hit it on the first shot. It is my nature.
I could say I might not take the shot but we all know I will.