Farewell 900576.

It was nice while it lasted,

and you really did make my shooting life more meaningful.

Never doubt that I loved you,

but really it's time to move on.

Being with you makes me feel so incompetent all the time,

it's like asking a fish to fly or something.

I'm sorry for abandoning you.

Hope the next person who gets you will cherish you and treat you better.

After turning one big round,

I'm back at where I've started.

I'm back at rifle.

Feels like I have been taken on a ride or something.

But today, I realized the feeling of shooting rifle and shooting pistol is vastly different.

Somehow I realized how much I missed shooting rifle,

despite hating how hot and troublesome the suit is.

Maybe I'm just saying this because I just started today.

Maybe I'll missed pistol after a while.

But all I know is that,

I've made a choice,

and I'm not going to look back.