Kodiaz
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Well my uncle is down on vacation so I took him to the pistol range to shoot my guns. Now my uncle taught me how to shoot hell one time he shot a woodchuck in the head at 500 yds with a .243 with a bipod on my dad's truck.
Any way we go to the range and I totally outshoot my uncle. Granted his guns are revolver's. But man I totally outshot him with my guns it wasn't even close.
Has this happened to any of you guys. Have you ever outclassed your teachers/heroes with guns. Out shooting my uncle with a pistol has really been bugging me.
Oh I also took my uncle to a gunshow which is funny because when relatives come from Cuba they get taken to the supermarket to see all the food. My uncle kept muttering "All this is illegal in New Jersey" then he was shown my AR and now HE refers to New jersey as the People's republic of
P.S. my dad and uncle both hunt but my dad is a pretty bad shot. One time my dad missed a pheasant with both barrels at 15 yds. and the pheasant was standing on the ground perfectly still. I was laughing so hard I didn't even take a shot.
Oh my uncle also taught me gun safety and when he would take me woodchuck hunting when I was nine he would make me put my bullets in my pocket. Which I only recently learned what was Barney Fife had to do.
Any way we go to the range and I totally outshoot my uncle. Granted his guns are revolver's. But man I totally outshot him with my guns it wasn't even close.
Has this happened to any of you guys. Have you ever outclassed your teachers/heroes with guns. Out shooting my uncle with a pistol has really been bugging me.
Oh I also took my uncle to a gunshow which is funny because when relatives come from Cuba they get taken to the supermarket to see all the food. My uncle kept muttering "All this is illegal in New Jersey" then he was shown my AR and now HE refers to New jersey as the People's republic of
P.S. my dad and uncle both hunt but my dad is a pretty bad shot. One time my dad missed a pheasant with both barrels at 15 yds. and the pheasant was standing on the ground perfectly still. I was laughing so hard I didn't even take a shot.
Oh my uncle also taught me gun safety and when he would take me woodchuck hunting when I was nine he would make me put my bullets in my pocket. Which I only recently learned what was Barney Fife had to do.