Moved out west and drew for my first elk tag. Dear hubby insisted we go sight in the riffle. "yes dear; smart", I agreed. He emphasized basic gun safety ("yes dear") set me up with a fist sized rock on top of rocks the size of watermelons. "I'll mark you off at 100 yards, and spot your shots. Just aim for the big rocks. If you hit the dirt I'll see it and can tell you how to adjust." ("Yes dear") Blew the first fist sized rock 40 straight up in the air. "How 'bout I try at 200?" Guess who said yes dear then? Sighted in at 300 yards within 4 shots. Later took my elk at 225 with a single shot clean through the heart. He knows I grew up with guns, but he can't help himself.