Missing The Mark (KJV)

September. The Range. It’s almost a ritual for many. Deer season isn’t far off, and neither is less favorable weather. You either need to sight in your rifle or check your zero from last year. Perhaps you bumped it last season—especially if you’re in the habit of climbing up and down from tree stands. It’s a beautiful day. I walk down and affix a target to the 100-yard board. Since I’ve always sighted with a different zero, I know I’ll need some adjustments. Three shots confirm where it’s hitting now. After some clicks, three more put me real close to what I want. Not dead on, but decent. There are two other guys there, and they’ve been helping me confirm where the shots are hitting. We like what we see in the second set of three, but I go for the full three shots to be sure. After retrieving the target, I show it to them, remarking, “I think I’m going to pack it in.” One comments, “I’d have done that two shots back.” We all smile. Good Enough The truth is that none of those shots are