I kind’a like panic buying. Racing to the store, cussing every driver and stop light who slows you down, then race walking from the parking lot to the ammo/components shelves, heart pounding, eyes scanning for yet another 10,000 primers or 16-24 pounds of powder while you warily eye anyone else on the aisle, that hysterical giggling when you score – it is the stuff of life itself...

Gunnery, gunnery, gunnery.
Hit the target, all else is twaddle!