I had to laugh! This brought back a funny memory.
When I was in the Army back in '72 thru '75, I was a Vehicle Recovery Specialist, and so, I was issued a side-arm, the 1911!
When I went to the range at Ft. Carson, CO, to qualify with mine... from 25 ft.
, I NEVER once knew where my bullet went, so that I could make an adjustment that would get me to the target. Every adjustment I made, to try to hit the target failed. I made no holes in the silhouette. When I raised some dust in the earth, I lifted my weapon higher, but it would never hit the target.
After 3 magazines, I was congratulated... I had qualified! I never saw that handgun again!