My girl friend and I went to the range last evening so that she could get in some practice and, when we arrived, the last ditch hunters were there, blowing the dust off of their hunting rifles and firing a few shots from their Caldwell Lead Sleds to check their zero. This is the small group of towneys who are never seen at the range except for the night before the season opens. When the cease fire was called I walked down and set up a life-sized doe target at the 100M mark.
When the range was declared hot, my Lady uncased her 6.5x55 and got a case guard full of ammo from the truck. She was instantly beset with offers to use several of the rests that the guys were using but she declined saying she was shooting off hand. As she chambered the first round and mounted the rifle I heard someone say "She's shooting off hand?? S--t!" She fired and I called the shot 2" above the heart. She fired again and I called that 4" above the last. The next I called 3" right of the last. I could hear the muttering from the guys. Suddenly there was the "Fwump! Fwump! Fwumpfwump! Varoom!" of pickup doors slamming and trucks pulling out.
My hunting buddy who accompanied us just laughed, suggesting those guys didn't like being showed-up by a woman. My girl friend just grinned. I think she enjoyed that notion.~Muir