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Had a friend who took his wife on an antelope hunt once. She had never been hunting, but had participated in target shooting and was quite good. The second day out, she takes a shot at a running buck with a 270 at about 350 yds. As she starts aiming, he says something to the effect of "fat chance you'll ever hit that one". She put one right in the chest at a dead run. He went on and on about luck and all. A few days later she shot her deer at about the same distance. One shot one kill.
He gutshot his antelope then had to chase it for about 5-6 hours to finish it, and missed his deer 3 out of 4 shots. To make it worse, hers were bigger. She had her bucks mounted just to remind him of all that. And any time he started blowing steam about being the greatest shot since Annie Oakley, she would tell about the hunt.
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