It happens 'Packhorse' It happens. Not long after we were married and we were living up on the Napier/Taihape road we had a party for one reason or the other. 'We didn't need much excuse in those days'. A half dozen deer cullers and hunters were sitting around in the sun on a sunday telling lies as we used to in those days when someone decided we should have a shooting competition. The .22 were produced and the beer cans were put on the fence battens at varying ranges. The men had to knock the beer cans off in a certain time frame but the woman could take their time.
My wife was a very inexperienced shooter then but she won and outshot the all the Pro's. Her remarks were I remember, "I cant see how you could miss. I just put the cross on the target and pulled the trigger" I think sometimes us men outthink ourselves.