Shooting the Heat Stroke Open match. I waited my turn at a stage that was giving everyone a hard time. 4 to 6 hits out of 10, was what my squad mates were getting. I thought well, that's about what I'm going to get. Oh well, let's let em fly. I cleaned the stage, 10 for 10. I stood up, grabbed my brass, mag out, bolt back, and was walking toward the RO's. They were giving me the golf clap. I said "I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!!!"
They laughed their asses off.
