The student becomes the master…
I knew it had to happen sometime. I just didn’t quite expect it so soon. My son smacked me down. Sat on me. Owned me. In pistol shooting… that is.
In the past, he had beat me once ,by a very small percentage and only when I’d had severe jamming of my pistol.
But yesterday, he started with an early 1st stage smack down, and then turned on the heat. He finished 4th overall (of 36 shooters) , with 116 seconds, I in the middle of the pack with 157 seconds. His score was within 1.5 seconds of 2nd place. I would have had top ten if I had not had a lot of jams on the 5th and 6th stages, but even if the gun had run, I wasn’t in his league on that day.
Which pleases me (-;
This match didn’t have a lot of movement. I can still move better than him, but in stages stressing shooting and gun handling – he has an edge…. for now.
Oh… and he’s just 12.
February 15th, 2010 at 10:07 am
Which means you will have to adopt the age-old formula of age and treachery to beat youth and speed.
February 15th, 2010 at 10:42 am
I’m bad at that. I even loaded his magazines right, although he did check.
I’ll beat him, once we start running around.
February 15th, 2010 at 11:37 am
I only got to beat my dad at checkers and computer games.
February 15th, 2010 at 11:41 am
he already smokes me at computer games. I take him at chess and checkers. But we don’t play that often as I don’t like computer games, chess or checkers (-: