Rocky and I were at an outdoor range shooting at the pistol targets at the standard range of 25 feet, shooting a matched pair of Dan Wesson .357 magnums. We were shooting .38 special, because the rounds are a lot cheaper, and because with the full magnum load the Wesson has a weird sort of sideways kick to it. Behind the targets was a big hill, so it was impossible for stray bullets to go anywhere but into the soft dirt on the hillside.
Rocky pointed out a big piece of pink paper on the hillside, maybe six inches across and about 25 yards away, and said we should try to hit it. We reloaded and he went first. He managed to put every shot within a couple of inches of the paper. If it had been a man he would have had all six shots in and around his chest.
Then it was my turn. I took my time, and managed to put the first shot about three feet to the left of the target. I took aim again and this time missed about six feet to the right. I tried one more time and the piece of paper disappeared. Rocky shook his head and said "I always say if you can't be good, be lucky."
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