Story time!
For Valentines Day this year my dad bought my mom a 40 caliber Ruger pistol. She has been wanting one for years, so she loved that she finally got one. She got a bunch of targets and they went shooting several times, apparently she even hit the targets a couple times. Fast forward about 3 weeks, my dad goes to Laughlin, Nevada for a golf vacation with his friends from the golf course. He comes home and finds a bullet hole in the side of shed, about a foot from the door. He looked through the hole, and all he saw was his brand new combine ($350,000 machine). He spent about an hour and he couldn't find where the bullet hit in the shed. He got my mom outside to show him where she was standing, drew a line, the bullet should have hit the combine in the windshield. When I was home last weekend he had me try to figure out where it went, and I had no clue, it should have hit the combine. So now we get to laugh at my parents, a lot. But at least my mom can hit the broad side of a barn.