One of those days

Yes, I know, usually this title precedes a rant about a terrible day. But this time I'm not talking about one of those days, rather one of those days. The kind when everything goes right.

I have discovered something. If I move closer to the target, I turn into this super confidant, and surprisingly accurate shooter. I like it when the target is close. 

Don't get me wrong, I haven't been spending my youth in ridiculously long range training, but our local indoor range is a 50ft fixed. So, I shoot 50ft targets. The other day, I did a bold thing; there being no-one else at the range, I walked up to about 15ft from the target. 

Yes, this is close. Yes, this is useful in defensive training. Yes, I have done this before at various clinics and other places, but not for a long time.

And everything went where I wanted it to go. There was a flier, one stray shot down on the bottom of the spinal column in the target. And a few times I might have clobbered the target in the nose instead of between the eyes. But nothing strayed left or right. By the end of the day, there were five nice ragged holes in my target and fifty little brass cases on the floor. I am ecstatic.

I like it when the target is close.