There will be no warning; no practice run; no opportunity to warm up or get ready. When the moment comes, the instant of reckoning, you will twitch your finger a fraction of an inch and send a copper-jacketed leaden missile hurtling away from you at velocities greater than the speed of sound, at distances of multiple football fields to a mile and more, through the corrupting forces of wind, air drag, variable barometric pressures, and unpredictable field conditions, to find its target with deadly and machine-predictable accuracy.
Taking a second shot will greatly increase the odds of your detection, and your detection may well mean your destruction, so you will want to make the first shot count.…