With your imaginary pal John F. Kennedy as your spotter King, I have no doubt you could do better... offhand... shooting with the rifle facing backward over your shoulder, and sighting with a mirror.

Then after knocking off the leader of the Taliban at a paltry 3 miles or so, you both could celebrate with a glass of your award winning wine which was actually made by someone else.

Voting for anti-gun Democrats is dumber than giving treats to a dog that shits on a Persian Rug