After lunch and a bit more classroom time, we’re back on the ridge, and I’m hitting 18-inch-wide silhouettes at 600 yards. It’s work after a few shots to focus at this distance, like lifting 10-pound dumbbells with my eyes. It’s even harder work to both focus so intently and relax at the same time—not to mention practice good trigger control, snug the rifle straight back, concentrate on the reticle rather than the target, and make myself accept the wobble. It helps to remember to breathe too. But I’m doing it. “I was a little worried after seeing your first shots at 100,” Smith says. “But you followed instructions, and now you’re making shots.” One of the great benefits of being so unacquainted with success is that when it shows up for a visit, it’s a genuinely pleasant surprise. I’m having fun.