My dad was a wiry, gangling kid with glasses whom everyone in his Navy training battalion was going to score poorly. He surprised them all by taking the top shooter honors. What they didn't know was that he spent his teens in the mountains of Tennessee shooting squirrels and birds and shot for his school's rifle team. Back then, he'd take his rifle to school and stick it in his locker so he could either shoot for the team or go hunting after school. No-one was worried. It is a different world.
Bob