gonna tell a little story on myself and Littlegirl. last spring I took Littlegirl down to shoot her first meat shoot. in these shoots you pay your money up front and they draw you out to shoot on a squad of 5 people. well they draw us out together along with another guy I know a little bit and 2 other people. one of the others is a kid of about 13-14 years old. so you line up and you shoot at 10 total targets and the highest score wins, ties shoot off until there is a winner. on this relay she drops a target and the other guy drops a target and they are out. me, my friend, and the kid are tied with 10. the kid gets the first choice of shots [you basically play a game of horse] he picks a shot at the 22 yard line which is probably a bit out of his comfort zone. [and possibly beyond the distance his old shotgun is capable of shooting] he barely breaks a chip out of the target, and now it's my turn, I miss the target by about 25-30 feet. Dawn looks at me and say's you missed that on purpose. no....no,,,,,, I lifted my head. she is like, liar you missed on purpose. now my buddy Matt is getting ready to take his shot. Dawn looks at me and says what is your handicap? [meaning handicap yardage I normally shoot, which has been the furthest yardage possible] I was like what? she says what is your handicap? I was like you know damn well it's your mother. Matt starts laughing so hard he can't shoot and forfeits on the spot waving his hand and walking off about dying,,, giving the kid the win. we walked back down to the bench we always sit on and he looks at me and say's why do you always do stuff like that to me.