I always think of what my Dad said to me when I was 6, "Son, you will always be doing this for yourself. Take your time, make each one count..." Throughout all of the extreme tradegies in my life, shooting has always been a stress relief for me. I have only competed against myself, whether laughing outrageously or aggravated beyond belief...When I settle in, focus on the target, start the firing sequence it has never mattered what I was doing. Archery, black powder, pistol, small bore or high power, when in the bubble, the world falls away. No bills, deadlines, jobs, disease, injuries, assholes or issues...focus, breathe, pause, squeeze, send it...my blood pressure drops almost as much as when I smell salt water at the ocean. No matter whether broadhead, minie, paper patch or jacketed, whether punching paper, haybales, or putting food on the table or defending my family... We, as shooters are blessed with capabilities that the masses will never understand, the timid will never know, the powerful and cruel will always fear....I am honored to know you all...