But by far the worst of all, and the most unlikely of all, he's beginning to hit what he shoots at. For as long as I or anyone who's ever hunted with Dan can remember, even if he didn't do anything wonderfully boneheaded on a given day, you could always, absolutely, virtually without exception, count on him to miss, often by hilarious margins. Yet, on our last two hunts, he shot twice. The first shot dropped a mallard, the second a Canada goose, both stone dead. Honestly, how am I supposed to write about that?