A mixed range trip this weekend. Zeroed the 22. It’s a great little 50 yard tack driver. Time to explore the effects of windage and drop on 22lr and reap the benefits of a cheap practice. Pistol work was minimal, turned in a flat 6 on the FAST. For some additional fun we gathered a few other metrics – I averaged a 6.75 on the 40y sprint and a 7′ 2″ broad jump. Gravel isn’t the best thing to be jumping and running on, but it was good enough. Then the rifles came out. I had done some tactical dress-up work on my rifle, and wanted to re-verify my zero.
There is no knob on a rifle that makes you a better shooter.
I couldn’t group for shit. E was able to confirm that the problem was with the indian and not the bow. Eventually I eked out something resembling a group and zeroed and then confirmed it. Flinch was absolutely the problem. Likewise, when the mental switch was thrown and I knew I had an empty chamber I was as rock solid as I am on my dry-fire. Doubling up the earpro and ball/dummy drill is on tap for the next range visit. I have to work this nonsense out of my system.
As mentioned 2/22, I was fixing to get a new job, last week I was passed over. Again. I wasn’t as upset as I could have been – probably all that negative self-talk softening the blow. The cat tree was the highlight of my week. I spent a lot of time in the garage burning energy. A tired, angry, sloppy hook gave me a sharp reminder that punches are serious business and need to be executed properly to protect the wrist and fingers.
I gladly trade an hour of sleep on Sunday for more light in the day. I think it’s time to get back to jogging.