...that I just must be some kind of a freak. I read lots of gun blogs because, hey, I like guns, and I hear guys confidently claiming that certain guns won't shoot certain things at certain distances. Making claims about accuracy that sound like point blank shooting to me. Makes me feel like some sort of idiot savant.
One morning, I think I was about 19 or twenty, I woke up to a bunch of Bluejays in a cherry tree out in my yard, screeching over all of the cherries, and dammit, I had a damn hangover, and was still slightly pasted, so I grabbed my 18 shot Winchester .22 I kept next to the bed, and shot them all through the screen, in a matter of seconds. And fell back into my coma.
18 birds, in less than 18 seconds. They didn't have a chance.
What, you can't do that? Not my problem.
I tell people I killed many a deer, many of them out to 100 yards or so, with that .22, and they scoff. Again, not my problem.
I grew up with a slingshot in my back pocket at all times. Because of my weird eyes, I could follow the trajectory of the various projectiles I fired. When I graduated to bullets, I found that I can see them, as they fly towards whatever I'm shooting at. I'm good up to about .308, and then I can only sense where they go, not see.
And I thought everybody could do it. I don't think I ever missed a baseball in PE class. They just slow down, and I whack them. Wanna take a swing at me? Fine. I'll watch it come, watch your whole body for that matter (all movement comes from the spine) and then I'll decide if I want to fuck you up, and how badly.
And I thought everybody could do this.
Now that I know different, it still keeps me humble, in case I meet someone else like me. Pain sucks.
Hey, the list of shit I cannot do is far longer than the list of what I can. I suck at math. Hate it. I see an equation, and I have to go crap. I know biology, but I hate it, memorizing all of that irrelevant shit. I enjoy astronomy, but beyond the moon, and the Big Dipper, I don't know shit.
I have always admired the Samurai tradition, and thus can cook, sew, paint and draw, write poetry, and...
I can pick up any weapon, even one I've never held before, and fire a bolt or a bullet through your eyeball and into your brain with it.
And I literally thought, for the longest time, that everybody could do that.