Some wise guy once described my clays shooting as “moments of brilliance.” Riding a rollercoaster of inconsistency, my typical great shot is not seeing the target (where is it? hey look up) until the very last opportunity then powdering it three feet from the ground. And of course there’s the catalogue of easy misses, you know, the overhead outgoers, streaking quartering-away targets and those evil rabbits that always seem to bounce just when you pull the trigger.
Then one day, shooting 5-Stand with the crew, smashing one target after another, I heard from down the line “Hey, Irwin, what happened to you?”
Simple answer: the Blaser F16 Pro Series.
