I skipped coffee in the interest of stability. Maybe that’s what I did wrong.
I ate a high-protein breakfast 90 minutes before first shot so my brain would have the needed molecules for concentration. Maybe that’s what I did wrong.
I disassembled, wiped down and otherwise lightly cleaned the wadder the night before. Maybe that’s what I did wrong.
My finger didn’t feel right on my model 41’s trigger. Maybe that’s what I did wrong.
And I really wanted to shoot scores a level above my current NRA Outdoor Sharpshooter rating. Maybe that’s what I did wrong.
Patching a five [barely]
Or maybe it was just just gonna be an all-around “bad day”.
It sure seemed determined to go that way.
In a word, my shooting was terrible. Nothing seemed to go right. I thought of packing it in early but decided that “quitters never win” and I’d try to see it through. But things just went downhill because after a dismal 22, CF was worse, and then the 45 competition started no better.
Then, adding insult to injury, after the Slow Fire of the National Match Course for the 45, I noticed that the dot on the wadder seemed loose. I grasped it and gave it a wiggle. Yup, sure enough, it was not secure. A vision of the scope coming loose in recoil and bonking me in the forehead as had happened to Leslie flashed through my mind.
Even if it doesn’t come loose, I reasoned, I’ll be thinking about it coming loose instead of concentrating on my shot.
I’ve got to fix this or change guns.
A quick inspection revealed that the bolt holding the front ring to the slide rail had loosened. I started to re-tighten the bolt but, as it began to snug down, something didn’t feel right. When it should have become tight, it felt mushy.
Oh no, I thought. The threads are stripping out.
I stopped turning and hoped it would stay sufficiently snug for the remaining targets but, after the NMC Timed Fire, I could wiggle the front bolt by hand. It wasn’t gonna hold and the whole thing might come away on any shot.
“I’ve got a gun failure here. One of the scope rings is coming loose. Can someone official witness this so I can switch to my backup, to my ball gun?”
From down the line Don yelled, “Wait, what kind of a mount is it?”
He came down, looked and said, “I’ve got a new one of those in the truck. I’ll get it and we can put in a fresh bolt.”
Two minutes later, it was in place.
“That should hold you for the match,” Don said.
But after the first target of the Timed Fire match, it was loose again. Apparently the receiving threads inside the scope mount were also gone.
Turning to the shooter on my right who’d been tallying a good number of Xs and 10s all day, I asked, “Will you verify this?” I wiggled the now loose red dot again. “I’m gonna have to change guns mid-match because this one is disabled.” He agreed. I put the wadder away and took out the ball gun which, luckily, shoots my wad loads just as well as ball ammo.
So, I finished the 2700 on that gun and, incidentally, posted some slightly better scores than I had with the loose-dotted wad gun.
But regardless, with bad 22, center fire and several poor to mediocre 45 scores, my aggregate for the day, 2281-25, was awful, really awful. Indeed, that score was below the SharpShooter baseline (85% of 2700 is 2295) so I didn’t even shoot my qualification this day.
“Ball match, anyone?”
Well, I thought, what the heck. It can’t get much worse. And my arm actually feels reasonably Okay and, after all, I do like shooting that ammo and the iron sights.
“I’ll shoot,” I volunteered, “but I need a couple of minutes to clean the barrel after running the wad ammo through it.”
While I cleaned the ball gun’s barrel, most everyone else packed up. Oh well, I thought, that just means fewer folks to lose to.
Three of us shot ball, one comparative newbie a couple of positions down to my left, myself and the guy to my right who’d been scoring my bad targets all day but who shot his own very well. I thoroughly expected to get trounced by a bunch of points by him.
But maybe I can beat the newbie, I thought.
I went to Don and bought a box of factory ball Aguila. It’s cheap, kicks like a mule, flies better than I can shoot and, after resizing, the brass would be reloadable.
And I shot a very good Slow Fire target, very good for me at least, an 85-1.
All right! I *do* like shooting these iron sights.
Timed Fire wasn’t quite as good but, at 80-0, still “in there” for my ball scores.
But even with that score, I noticed that my trigger control was better than it had been with the wad gun and its red dot. Not seeing the target clearly is a good thing.
And maybe some luck was with me because, glancing over at my “good shooter” neighbor’s score card, I saw he wasn’t doing very well with the ball gun. Indeed, my Slow Fire was better than his and our Timed Fire had been about the same. I was actually a couple of points ahead. The beginner farther down the line, well, he was doing like beginners do. I know, I’ve been there many times.
But I was doing pretty good and the pretty good shooter to my right wasn’t.
A very dangerous thought crossed my mind:
I could win this admittedly small and not very tough competition. Yes, by golly, I could win this match.
Instantly the other half of my mind jumped in:
No! Stop! Shut up! Don’t think that! Be quiet!
Just focus on the next shot. Remember: front sight, alignment, aiming area, front sight, trigger straight back, front sight, front sight, front sight.
Now be quiet and just shoot.
We shot the first string of Rapid Fire. Some good, some bad.
I resisted the urge to scope the target.
Second string and again, some good, some not so good.
I put the gun away.
Naked eye from the firing line, I could see some holes in the black near the center but I knew I’d jerked a couple also. I folded up the scope without looking through it.
What’s done is done.
I scored the beginner’s target: Yup, he’s out of the running. A good try but really losing it on the Rapid Fire.
Now for my target.
Hmmm. It had a couple of Xs and a couple of 10s. Those looked very nice. But my target also a 5 — lower left, of course. My score was 78-2.
I had gone downhill over the three targets in the ball match. There were some good shots, yes, but there were also some bad ones.
My final score for the ball match was 243-3.
So, I wondered, what had Bob shot on his last target?
It looked like he’d done better than me, but how much?
“Hi Bob, how’d you do? What’s your total?” I asked.
Trying not to let my voice waver, I asked, “Uhm, how many Xs?”
“It was a bad match, for me. No Xs.”
He shot 243-0, I shot 243-3 … I won? I won. I won the ball match!
I don’t care there was hardly anyone shooting.
I don’t care if none of us were very good.
I won! I won the ball match! Yahoo!!
What a great day!
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“He shot 243-0, I shot 243-3 … I won? I won. I won the ball match!”
Good for you!!!
And it felt sinfully good!