When I quit driving Dad would drive me to the local bpcr matches. 1st match we were short one person so the director asked Dad if He would score for me. He picked it up quick and enjoyed it. Made friends with most of the guys. For almost 2 years We had this routine. I and several others tried to get him to fire a few rounds different times but no go. I can remember the first match we were setting up for rams at 500yds and he told me that's really a long ways. I'm setting the scope for zero, and hes watching. We get the fire command I ask him if he's ready and he's on the big binoculars. I fire and ram swings then dings heard. I went on to clean the rams. Looked over and He's smiling, Tells me I thought you'd missed when the ram swung didn't realize how long it took the bullet to travel that far. Or the sound to travel back. We did this for almost 2 seasons like this. I think he liked getting out and the new friends along with lunch with the crew. I know he enjoyed seeing me compete.