folivier
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Used to reload years ago and just looked at my Lee stuff as we get packed up to move.
Funny story while in college. My graduation semester while pulling my punch cards for my schedule my advisor realized I need another PE course to graduate. The only one available that wouldn't mess up my needed classes was an ROTC marksmanship class. At 7am twice a week. Ok sounds like fun. I show up on a Thursday morning wearing my faded frat jersey, hair down to my shoulder, old jeans and hangover. Sarge took one look at me and said I was in the wrong place. Nope, handed him my schedule and said I'm graduating and need this class. He looked disgusted but guess he figured he had no choice since my advisor had called in a favor. After a safety briefing I checked out a really nice .22 High Standard target rifle with adjustable stock and all the bells and whistles. Then went through the 3 stances and shot a 90+. Sarge was shocked to say the least. After a couple classes he asked me to join the competition rifle team. I said do you really want me on the team? looking around at the other clean cut ROTC guys. So I agreed to shoot but just at our local matches since I had too much going on to do out of town matches. Plus I was getting married right after graduation.
Sarge and I became friends. At the matches when the other teams and their sarges would see me he'd say he had to pay back a favor and put me on the team. By the way I was shooting high 90's with an occasional perfect score. Now we were shooting at 50' and the bullseye was the same diameter as a .22 so a bullseye had to be a perfect center shot with no part out of the center. Sarge made quite a bit of money on me using me as a ringer. Ended up being one of my favorite classes.
BTW I grew up shooting a .22 as a kid. Oh yeah, she dumped me two weeks before the wedding! Best thing that could have happened. This year my DW and I celebrate 45 years.
Funny story while in college. My graduation semester while pulling my punch cards for my schedule my advisor realized I need another PE course to graduate. The only one available that wouldn't mess up my needed classes was an ROTC marksmanship class. At 7am twice a week. Ok sounds like fun. I show up on a Thursday morning wearing my faded frat jersey, hair down to my shoulder, old jeans and hangover. Sarge took one look at me and said I was in the wrong place. Nope, handed him my schedule and said I'm graduating and need this class. He looked disgusted but guess he figured he had no choice since my advisor had called in a favor. After a safety briefing I checked out a really nice .22 High Standard target rifle with adjustable stock and all the bells and whistles. Then went through the 3 stances and shot a 90+. Sarge was shocked to say the least. After a couple classes he asked me to join the competition rifle team. I said do you really want me on the team? looking around at the other clean cut ROTC guys. So I agreed to shoot but just at our local matches since I had too much going on to do out of town matches. Plus I was getting married right after graduation.
Sarge and I became friends. At the matches when the other teams and their sarges would see me he'd say he had to pay back a favor and put me on the team. By the way I was shooting high 90's with an occasional perfect score. Now we were shooting at 50' and the bullseye was the same diameter as a .22 so a bullseye had to be a perfect center shot with no part out of the center. Sarge made quite a bit of money on me using me as a ringer. Ended up being one of my favorite classes.
BTW I grew up shooting a .22 as a kid. Oh yeah, she dumped me two weeks before the wedding! Best thing that could have happened. This year my DW and I celebrate 45 years.