To clarify. It was the shooter asking me if a kiss was coming.
I thank the Lord I've never been afraid of a "kiss" and "overcame" fear of recoil by voraciously reading F/S and OL. Mr. Bosley on my paper route constantly gave me back issues from the late 50's into the late 70's. I was quite the spectacle in my circle when I bought the M77 7 Rem in 1984 and later mounted a 3X9 Charles Daly "Wide (TV!
) View" scope. I was a badass 125lb band-fag freshman and a bit terrified after three months of admonition from '06 enthusiasts.
Dad and Uncle Dave were present for the initial shot at 25yds. I touched off and missed the bull 3in right. I remember. I had zero air in my lungs and could see the hole clearly in the wonderful TV screen. The shot was "exhilarating" but not un-manageable. Not wanting to show signs of distress from lack of air, fainting and shit; I racked the bolt then Dad grabbed my arm: Amused face: "Are you all right?"--"Yes"--"Jesus, svnmag!"...Uncle Dave: "Why in the hell did you get that hard kickn' son of a bitch?!!"--"Because one day I'll hunt out west."
With a box of PowerPoints I got a "50 cent piece group" 3in high at 100 with a hot bbl on that day to help me achieve many kill shots within 50yds with this 7mm Remington Magnum in North Dakota.