Hrm, my Mosins can't hit anything! Or so they tell me until I start hitting clay pigeons at 200 yards. That shuts them up kinda quick.
Or the guys told me down at the Volusia county skeet and trap that I can't get a good score with my 200 dollar mossberg and that I need to invest at least 600 into an entry level Remmy 1100. Whoops, shot a 23 on my first round, my bad.
I apparantly am not allowed to hit targets with my PA-63, only name brand stuff like Berettas and Glocks have permission. Saints preserve us! Some diabolical force allowed me to shoot out the center at 15yds!
Actually the Mosin one was kinda a funny incident. What ended up happening was that I was out shooting in the grasslands where a lot of people tend to head to to shoot. Set out about half a box of clays along the berm and was popping them with a little work. Up comes a guy with an all tacticoolhunterdanned 7mm Mag with a scope probably the size of a small child who proceeds to ask if he can shoot with me. With a little bit of an attitude mind you.
Well, I felt a challenge coming on and was looking to pack up soon anyways so I told him sure. For me the next few shots went along the lines of: hit, hit, hit, so and so forth.
For the other guy: Boom, miss, boom, miss, !@#@@!ing rifle!
I got a bit of a laugh out of that one.