My flier is always my 4th or 5th shot because I looked at the group thru my scope and I then get nervous. Referred to prior as “the pressure”, I fold like a cheap suit and always blame the rifle when I know it was really me choking on the shot. It is funny how your mind always wants to protect itself from mistakes; group fliers are no different than a first wife, the lost assets in the divorce and the promise that the next one is somehow going to be better. Or maybe a group flier is really like God’s great joke on human males that we like to call testosterone?????