Eh, my first real girlfriend could out fish me any day of the week, and was often a better wing shot than I was. And landed far more ducks than I could have.
However, the real emasculating issue was her dad had bought her a Ruger Mini-Thirty whereas all I was packing at the time was a Mini-14.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."