I miss being in Wisconsin and being able to go to my family's deer camp and shoot all day. My favorite was "pistol golf." throw a bunch of golf balls out on the yard, then see who can knock one the farthest with a .22 ... or vaporize it with a bigger bore. We'd also shoot our rifles at targets and play with any new acquisitions.
Some of my favorite days in the Army were at the range. I always volunteered for range duty when I was an NCO. I was pretty good at helping some soldiers break bad habits. Like trigger jerk -- it's amazing how many people thought they had to pull hard to make the bullet go ... too many movies.
I shoot shotgun style with both eyes open, which was contrary to Army rules when I went through Basic in 1977. The dang Drill banged on my helmet with a cleaning rod everytime he caught me shooting with both eyes open. Stupid jerk caused me to get Sharpshooter the first time around. I was Expert every time after.
One more story: In Alaska, we were prepping for a range, which meant all the range officers and NCOs had to qualify first while we trained to run the range for the whole battalion. I had a very tight M16A2 (thanks to being good friends with our armorer) and it shot sweet. On the zero range I shoot three rounds and there is only one large hole in the 25m target (I told you it shot sweet!). The lieutenant walks up and says "Gee sarge, you only hit the target once." I say, "No sir, they all went through that hole." He looks at me like I'm trying to sell him a blind horse, then says, "You need to have three holes in your target so we can triangulate your shots." I say, "The triangle is there; it's just really small and inside that hole." He looked at me and didn't know what to say. I adjusted my sights, went back to the line and shot another group. This one had one large hole in the bull and one small one on the upper right bull ring. Lt. says, "That's better, but you still missed with one." I say, "I think I pulled the second shot" and pointed at the smaller hole. He looks at me now like I/m trying to put something over on him. "Shoot again," he says. I do, and there is one new hole in the target -- looks like a 7.62mm hole even though we are shooting 5.56mm. Lt. comes running up and still don't get it -- thank goodness the master sergeant NCOIC tells him to let it be ... I am zeroed.