Some shenanigans from the end of today’s three gun match. The timer had some trouble picking up the sounds of the shots.
And the funny thing is, he missed 5 of the 25 yard downrange targets
Lil’ ol’ me, with my semi-auto, unsuppressed, iron-sighted rifle, hit everything I aimed at.
Of course, he probably had a bit more fun that I did. 🙂