|Younger daughter with the AK|
|Younger daughter with my Weatherby|
My wife did what she usually does: make everybody else look like they're running in slow motion.
She last used a rifle in the late '80s, as best we can recall. Then, her brother & I were striving mightily to find the point of aim on a couple of uncooperative revolvers. She picked up each one & blew the center out of the targets, and then walked away.
Yesterday, she picked up Younger daughter's .22, and produced golf-ball-sized patterns. At 25 yards ... while shooting off-hand, standing.
My best at 100 yards (with the .270 Win) was a 3/4" grouping, about 7/8" off-center to the right. Shortly after that, the patterns started opening back up again, so I called it a day. That's what I get for not shooting since last October.