Re: BURA sites and palces
Roy grinned as he stepped up to the shooting gallery. "Okay, boys...your first formal lesson about shooting..."
He looked at the guns, picking one up and checking it out. "First thing is, you're shooting BBs, which have a tendency to 'wander' a little bit in the air. Not enough to make this impossible, but enough that if you miss the target, it's not necessarily because your aim is bad. Also looks like these rifles don't exactly get meticulous care, which means the sights could be a little off and the barrels definitely aren't in optimum condition."
He handed creds to the man running the booth, took one of the rifles, and started to point to the parts as he explained, "Now, these have open sights, which are arguably the hardest to work with for precision shooting, but the best for being aware of your whole environment. You want the stock seated square against your shoulder...these air rifles won't kick, they don't have that kind of recoil, but it's a good habit to get into. A real rifle will kick back against you when you fire, and having it snug to your shoulder means it doesn't get time and distance to speed up before it hits you. Then you settle your cheek down here on the stock, like this..." and he did it to demonstrate, "and pick your target."
He fired at the furthest one, watching to see if the round went high or low, left or right, so he could see how far off the sights might be. The BB went just low, and he nodded.
"Now, I know from experience and watching that this was a case of the sights being just a little off, and not the BB veering off target, so I can adjust my aim. But that's getting advanced, so I'll stick with the basics." He set the rifle down on the counter in front of him, and held up his right hand with the first two fingers extended in a V. "This is your rear sight..." His left hand went up with the first finger extended, and his arm held out at length away from him. "This is your front sight."
He bent his right arm, so he was looking through the V at his left hand. "Now, what you want it to have this finger..." and he wiggled his left-hand finger, "in the center between these two fingers, and all of them even across the top." He brought his hands together slowly, until all three fingers were next to each other, in the formation he was demonstrating.
"Then you put the target RIGHT on top of this finger, hold yourself steady or rest against something steady, and squeeze the trigger gently. If you pull it hard, or jerk it really fast, you pull the front of the gun to one side and it throws off your shot." He picked the rifle back up, knelt down so his elbow was resting on the counter, lined up his shot again (compensating for the sight being off), and squeezed the trigger. The BB didn't hit the target squarely, but the elevation was right and the little hard-rubber Largran spun in the air on a crazy angle before dropping to the ground.
"It's that last part that messes most people up. They either pull the trigger too fast, or they wrap so much of their finger around it that they're pushing the gun as they squeeze...see, I'm just using this flat part of the tip of my finger..." He fired again, sending another target spinning. "I think that's why the LC has a hard time shooting...he's too coordinated for most of the other common mistakes, but he is just a little bit...impetuous." Another shot, again at the far targets...and his target twitched, but didn't fly, as the BB veered slightly and just grazed the edge.
"Set 'em up again," he said to the vendor, with a grin, as he laid down more credits. He poured out the BBs, noticing that some wobbled a little bit as they rolled, and he scooped those off to one side. It wasn't anything they were doing to fix the game...BBs just were really difficult to make evenly balanced, and the extra precision it took to do it went into making bearings for stuff that needed to move smoothly, not air-rifle ammunition.
He picked out five that seemed pretty stable, loaded them back into the rifle, and proceeded to knock down five targets in rapid succession. "Just like that," he said, with a grin. He reloaded the 'inferior' rounds, and set the rifle back on the table. "Don't use that one, if you want to play this...it shoots low."
The vendor cleared his throat, pointing to the assortment of grand prizes to indicate that Roy still needed to pick his prize. Roy snorted softly...the last thing he needed was a big stuffed animal in his quarters, unless he intended it to become a chew toy for the largs. He turned to Dusk.
"Which one's your favorite?" He didn't need to keep the prize for himself, after all...