In the 1970's and 80's shooting was my primary mission in life. (Mostly handgun, but significant rifle, and some shotgun.) I was better at it than anything else I ever did, before or since, by a large margin.
Lots of stories to tell from those days.
Never shot again after 1987 (for all practical purposes) until recently, when a friend invited me to his rural lake property for a grill out and some recreational shooting.
Given what time does to human bodies I was curious how a 35-year layoff might have manifested itself, so didn't want to
only plink pop cans and etc. I wanted to actually measure it.
So, paper targets were brought along.
When using group sizes as a measuring tool, the rule is "three shots has a significant luck component; five shots is 95% reliable; and ten shots never lies"... So, ten shot groups were the contest, 25 measured yards the distance, and
.22 rimfire
pistolas the weapon.
We had so much fun the first time that we did it again the next summer, then a third time a few months later.
The last target is only the center that's been cut out, because the group contained a called flyer.
That first time I just wanted to see if I could remember which end of the barrel to point downrange; the second time I wanted to beat the previous year; and the third time I was determined to see if I could go under half an inch. (which, if the flyer is discounted, I did)