Lets set the record straight. My sister and I have been very competitive for approximately our whole freakin lives. Up until the point when she moved to Deutcherville, she and I were very comparable shots. The first time she came home, and we went back to the range was a very quiet time for Jennifer. She had to TRY to be a good sport and tell me that I was a better shot, but it was apparent it was killing her softly. Now? Now you ask? Now I could out shoot her one handed and with the gun sideways, which is NOT how I shoot.
My gun of choice is the Kimber .45. Its got the kick, the clip, and the hit. Its a beautiful piece of metal that my sister is still unaware of. I rival my fathers prowess with this weapon. Its scary. That picture down there, is taken after one shot with my .45 at 25 yds.
I had to take a step back, snap a picture with my camera phone, and enjoy that one for a minute before going back for more.
The only reason Jennifer likes the Calico is because, one, it has a Huge scope on it, that with her coke bottle glasses brings the target about 2.6 inches away from the barrel. Two, it shoots .22’s, which as anyone who has ever shot anything before knows it kicks like a pellet guns. And three, the 100 round mag means she can sit at a chair ALL DAY LONG and blast away without having to do the real work involved in recreational shooting.
In closing I would just like to say, Jennifer, I love you with all my heart. I am so glad you have picked up blogging again, I see your fan base growing. But sista, as much as I know it burns your narrow ass, you will never be a better shot than me. And the important thing is WE both know this.