CLOSE RANGE:
How to mess up a SURE shot the STUPID way
In the past, there were times when
▪ I missed because the quarry moved the moment I pulled the trigger.
▪ There were times I missed because the wind decided to swirl into a different direction just as my pellet was making its way to the quarry.
▪ And times when I missed because my Chinese valve, regulator, or other part did what Chinese gun parts often do.
Well, this is not one of those times.
I had a pigeon land really close to my well-conceiled position.
50 yards range would have been fine. 12 yards would have been fine.
But it was only 4 yards....
I raised my head slowly over my cover, left eye scanning for the quarry, right eye aiming through 3x magnification.
What a rush! (and rushed I was, as these pigeons don't stick around once they see a human this close).
THERE IT IS!! —— Crosshairs on it!! —— Squeeze the trigger, follow through!!
A loud sharp slap.
Not the expected deep thudd....
Fluttering of a scared pest bird. Fluttering away — not fluttering on the ground in a final death dance....
STUPID!!
(me, that is).
Missed a 4 (four) yard shot!
At such close range the trajectory of my JSB dome was over an inch lower than the crosshairs.
And on its way it hit an obstacle that — — in the scope view — didn't seem to be in the way of the trajectory. But that's what I hit.
And the pest bird lives to poop another day.
There is plenty to learn for me...
MY SICKNESS
I welcome 50 yard shots. 5 yard shots scare me. I have missed those shots — so — many — times.
And one reason is that hunting fever is real. It's a sickness that shuts my brain off.
So, unless my brain is trained through many practices where it will perform on auto-pilot, I will continue to miss those extreme close range shots.
THE TREATMENT
For my fever the doctor might prescribe the following treatment:
Maybe I need a shooting range at the bottom of a ravine, or some other location where I have backstops all around me.
I'll place numbered targets all around me at varying ranges, some far, but many at extreme close ranges.
And then, I need to shoot them in order, under time pressure.
Until my brain learns to perform on auto-pilot.
➔ Death to all pigeons, both NEAR and far!
What are your experiences with extreme close range shots on quarry?
Have a great day! (meaning, go kill something).
Matthias
How to mess up a SURE shot the STUPID way

In the past, there were times when
▪ I missed because the quarry moved the moment I pulled the trigger.
▪ There were times I missed because the wind decided to swirl into a different direction just as my pellet was making its way to the quarry.
▪ And times when I missed because my Chinese valve, regulator, or other part did what Chinese gun parts often do.
Well, this is not one of those times.

50 yards range would have been fine. 12 yards would have been fine.
But it was only 4 yards....

I raised my head slowly over my cover, left eye scanning for the quarry, right eye aiming through 3x magnification.
What a rush! (and rushed I was, as these pigeons don't stick around once they see a human this close).
THERE IT IS!! —— Crosshairs on it!! —— Squeeze the trigger, follow through!!
• • • • • • •
A loud sharp slap.
Not the expected deep thudd....
Fluttering of a scared pest bird. Fluttering away — not fluttering on the ground in a final death dance....

STUPID!!

Missed a 4 (four) yard shot!
At such close range the trajectory of my JSB dome was over an inch lower than the crosshairs.
And on its way it hit an obstacle that — — in the scope view — didn't seem to be in the way of the trajectory. But that's what I hit.
And the pest bird lives to poop another day.

• • • • • • •
There is plenty to learn for me...


I welcome 50 yard shots. 5 yard shots scare me. I have missed those shots — so — many — times.

And one reason is that hunting fever is real. It's a sickness that shuts my brain off.
So, unless my brain is trained through many practices where it will perform on auto-pilot, I will continue to miss those extreme close range shots.


For my fever the doctor might prescribe the following treatment:
Maybe I need a shooting range at the bottom of a ravine, or some other location where I have backstops all around me.
I'll place numbered targets all around me at varying ranges, some far, but many at extreme close ranges.
And then, I need to shoot them in order, under time pressure.
Until my brain learns to perform on auto-pilot.
➔ Death to all pigeons, both NEAR and far!


Have a great day! (meaning, go kill something).
Matthias