Sorry to interrupt the thread but a small world thing! One of my best friends lived in Redlands. Rudy owned a camera store, sold medium frame cameras. Met John Randolph? Through him. John got paid five hundred a day back then to photograph motorcycles and naked ladies for Easy Rider magazine.
Rudy was in a terminal stage of cancer so I went out there. I didn't go the most direct route but 6500 miles to see Rudy and worth every inch!
No pool but I had brought my competition pistol and some ammo I loaded for steel plate competition to shoot in it, nice mellow loads. John started trying to shoot an about 16"x20" steel plate set up at 200 meters for rifles. He had shot up close to a hundred rounds of my light loads shooting at that plate with no luck. I figured my short range loads were probably shooting a group, to call it that, about six feet tall by two feet wide. The gun was accurate, the load wasn't at that range. The pistol would have shot a group that would have hit the plate about half the time had I loaded planning to shoot 200 meters. Not bad for two hundred meters standing and offhanded.
I picked up the gun from the bench when he wanted me to try. I came up smooth and broke the shot when the sights were about six feet above the plate. A second or two later there was the distinct tink of copper hitting steel. I raised the pistol to shoot again, thought half a second, and set it on the bench. Nowhere to go from perfect but downhill!
Rudy my friend, RIP
Hu