I released the remaining six shots and they each dinged off the plate. I was pleased to hear the distant ding of the hit against the steel plate. As I steadied my breath, I raised my Ruger Mk II pistol a little to account for the bullet’s drop at this longer distance, and let off the first shot. I rotated slightly to my right, raised my right arm, and lined up my iron sights on a 12-inch diameter steel disc about 125 yards away. I already had 10 shots in my paper target at 25 yards, so instead of causing problems with scoring that target, I decided to find something else to shoot at. 22 leftover, so instead of letting them roll around in my gun box, I loaded them into a magazine. He had arrived when I was about to box up my gear and head home. 40 cal cartridges into a pistol magazine. A guy in his 50s a few benches to my right was thumbing.
