Me, aiming at a clay pigeon. Look, I almost have muscles!! (Guns are heavy. I was really sore the next day.) I shot. And shot. And aimed. And shot again. I got one clay pigeon after setting it up in a bush and shooting at it about 30 times. I don't think I was meant to own a gun.
Isaiah shooting at a clay pigeon with a BB gun. He spent his time shooting like this, shooting at a paper target, or . . .