Scanning the range with hope and speculation,
the commands echos in the distance "welcome shooter to the ----"
the silence prevails
with little streams of unheard respiration felt
the heart trying to jump out from inside
the preparation time when no one prepares
the sighter aligned for the pressure to release
the rifle picked up with grace and detail,
stance,grip,breath,alignment,
the planned surprise shot.
follow through, disdain or a faint smile, .
the numeric on screen matching the expectation
the process continues
this is my spirit my game
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