Friend and I went to the range of the gun club he belonged to. Said he had something to show me. He had just acquired a match grade M1A. Beautiful rifle. We set up a B-21 target at 150 yards. Bet me supper I couldn't do a better shot than him. Let me go first, but I am near sighted and didn't have my glasses so I am already in trouble. Aim best I can and pull trigger, here him gasp as he is watching through a spotting scope. The shot hit dead center in the head of the silhouette target. He even brought the target back up and got his calipers out and measured, almost perfect dead center. He said he couldn't compete and I got a free dinner. Didn't bother to tell him it was dumb luck, but also I wanted that free fried catfish.