Let’s just say I could hit the side of a barn. Expert with the M-16, Sharpshooter with the M-14.
Every deer hunting season for the three years prior to my stint in the “Green Machine,” I got my buck before 9:00 AM opening morning. Two of those were single shots at a deer in full gallop, in mid air, as he was jumping a fence. Same stump to sit on all three years. One swing and shoot was to the fence on the right of me, the other to the left. Being a lefty, the swing shot to the left was tricky. The same hunting experience followed me after returning home. I gave up hunting because it became boringly easy to get a kill, and I got tired of butchering in the dead of winter in my freezing garage. Even though I have no sniper training, I humbly suggest I really don’t need it.
You might ask all of the garden chomping fur balls residing in bunny heaven.
I go back and forth on the "radical " part. I think it depends on my anger level on any particular day. “Happiness is a warm gun.”