You remind of the effeminate little boy, that gets challenged to an after school fight, gets hit once ..... cries, wails and begs to "Please, don't hit me. I give. I give. I give."

Runs and gets a block away, closer to his mommy's protection, and squeals, "I won. I beat you. I won! I won! I won!

Lousy shots are lousy shots. If I had to take a scattergun out for squirrels or rabbits, I'd hang my head in shame.