Some days, you eat bear. Some days, bear eat you.

Wasn’t expecting great results from tonight; I planned to shoot round eight of the UCESSA air pistol match and then do some position work without kit (I figured, if I can do the left forearm right without kit, it’s definitely the jacket that’s causing the problem.

Of course, the morning before shooting a pistol match, I reach into my gym locker with my right hand and nearly tear off the thumbnail on the metal of the locker doorframe. Nice one. Spent most of the pistol match trying to find a thumb position that didn’t hurt. But maybe distraction works:


See, some days you eat the bear, and some days you don’t watch the sights and focus enough and the bear eats you while laughing at your six…

The position work was frustratingly good. I tried with my rifle, and every club rifle in the rack, from very old and heavy Walthers to FWB603s to FWBP700 Juniors. Every single time, the left elbow found the top of the left hip in the same place without thought and the left forearm was perfectly vertical. So I really am fighting that jacket badly, even after the surgery.

Thing is, until the gut’s gone, there’s little point in a new jacket – so everything is just waiting around for the gym to sort out the weight problem. Harumph.

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