beeser's recent thread on wind flags reminded me of this;
One year at Camp Perry, an aged fellow sweeping out the Rodriguez Range target shed in the pitts asked me the folowing question...
"Which flag do you pay the most attention to... the one on the firing line, or the one nearest the targets... and why??
Thinking he was humbly trying to make sense of our universe, I proffered a confident reply;
... "The one nearest the target of course, the bullet is going slower, thusly more afflicted "
He assured me, in his experience, the wind at the firing line mattered most, a puff on the line and none in the pitts will change the projectile's entire journey.
As he began that reply, I began to form my defense, as he finished, words failed me... he knew right away his words had mattered.
From then on, assuredly, I became "that guy" who people asked... "What are you thinking of for wind?"
My answer was invariably based on the broom pusher's wisdom. 5 years later he found me at a Distinguished Shooter's Banquet in Quantico Virginia, and thanked me for not letting his words die. His broom had fooled me, his legacy as a National Champion, and mentor, no longer a mystery.
One year at Camp Perry, an aged fellow sweeping out the Rodriguez Range target shed in the pitts asked me the folowing question...
"Which flag do you pay the most attention to... the one on the firing line, or the one nearest the targets... and why??
Thinking he was humbly trying to make sense of our universe, I proffered a confident reply;
... "The one nearest the target of course, the bullet is going slower, thusly more afflicted "
He assured me, in his experience, the wind at the firing line mattered most, a puff on the line and none in the pitts will change the projectile's entire journey.
As he began that reply, I began to form my defense, as he finished, words failed me... he knew right away his words had mattered.
From then on, assuredly, I became "that guy" who people asked... "What are you thinking of for wind?"
My answer was invariably based on the broom pusher's wisdom. 5 years later he found me at a Distinguished Shooter's Banquet in Quantico Virginia, and thanked me for not letting his words die. His broom had fooled me, his legacy as a National Champion, and mentor, no longer a mystery.