Professor Frink
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Many years ago, I used to shoot High-power rifle at Fish Canyon in Duarte, CA (no long gone).
I was a young kid and I still considered myself new and was striving to do well. Everyone was nice and welcoming save one. There was a fellow I really disliked. He was endlessly complaining, he was very degrading to new shooters (me), and while he was quick to state that his target was scored incorrectly, he had a very, very lackadaisical attitude toward scoring anyone else’s. I never understood this as he was a Master or a High-Master shooter anyhow, not like I was a threat to him.
Now I wasn’t very good, at best I was adequate. That said I was working hard at getting better. Long story short, I shot a slow fire, prone string, and I was getting scored miss after miss. I wasn’t great, but I was consistent at hitting the target. Well I complained and they radioed down in the butts and whoever was in charge down there gave my target some scrutiny. Turns out there had been no misses, and to put the cherry on top it was the same loudmouth, chuckle-head who was scoring mine.
I approached him as I was headed to the butts and he said something about self-sealing targets and then pointed out that “I wasn’t going to beat him shooting like that anyhow” or something to that affect. As luck had it, I was scoring his, I wanted to mess with him, but I'm not that kind of guy.
I was a young kid and I still considered myself new and was striving to do well. Everyone was nice and welcoming save one. There was a fellow I really disliked. He was endlessly complaining, he was very degrading to new shooters (me), and while he was quick to state that his target was scored incorrectly, he had a very, very lackadaisical attitude toward scoring anyone else’s. I never understood this as he was a Master or a High-Master shooter anyhow, not like I was a threat to him.
Now I wasn’t very good, at best I was adequate. That said I was working hard at getting better. Long story short, I shot a slow fire, prone string, and I was getting scored miss after miss. I wasn’t great, but I was consistent at hitting the target. Well I complained and they radioed down in the butts and whoever was in charge down there gave my target some scrutiny. Turns out there had been no misses, and to put the cherry on top it was the same loudmouth, chuckle-head who was scoring mine.
I approached him as I was headed to the butts and he said something about self-sealing targets and then pointed out that “I wasn’t going to beat him shooting like that anyhow” or something to that affect. As luck had it, I was scoring his, I wanted to mess with him, but I'm not that kind of guy.