Similar story - My first year at deer camp I stood watching as my Dad and Uncle Jack took turns shooting a can tossed out over the field in front of camp and they hit it almost every time. Uncle Jack asked if I wanted to try it and I said "Sure". He handed me the rifle and a .22 Long and told me to call it when I was ready. I said "Okay" and he threw the can into the air... Their jaws dropped when I hit it the first time. They finally let on that they were using .22 shotshells. It was luck, I'm sure but I felt pretty good about it.
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