Match Nerves/Shaking Hands
My first pin match in October 1978 - my hands were shaking big time.
In the intervening 29 years, I have totally lost my match nerves. No matter what match, or what type of shooting, I have always told myself that this is just another table of pins, just another rack of plates, just another field of paper targets and Pepper Poppers.
A lot of it comes with experience.
When I entered the 1990 Winchester/Second Chance Grand Championship Shootoff, a double elimination event, I lost in my first bout. I reminded myself that despite the very talented opponents and the $5000 cash prize, it was just another five pins on a table. My hands never shook, and my breathing was relaxed. I never lost again that day.
And ever since, every match has not been a test of skills in an arena of competition. Each match has been a celebration of freedom. Each shot, each rolling pin and crashing steel plate is the sound of freedom.
The Second Amendment LIVES at shooting matches.
My first pin match in October 1978 - my hands were shaking big time.
In the intervening 29 years, I have totally lost my match nerves. No matter what match, or what type of shooting, I have always told myself that this is just another table of pins, just another rack of plates, just another field of paper targets and Pepper Poppers.
A lot of it comes with experience.
When I entered the 1990 Winchester/Second Chance Grand Championship Shootoff, a double elimination event, I lost in my first bout. I reminded myself that despite the very talented opponents and the $5000 cash prize, it was just another five pins on a table. My hands never shook, and my breathing was relaxed. I never lost again that day.
And ever since, every match has not been a test of skills in an arena of competition. Each match has been a celebration of freedom. Each shot, each rolling pin and crashing steel plate is the sound of freedom.
The Second Amendment LIVES at shooting matches.