I am not a long-range shooter. For one thing, I have less – I mean “fewer” math skills than a fifth grader. Second, nope. That’s it. I can’t do math. As fas as I can see (so to speak) that’s the whole point of the thing. You identify a bunch of variables that affect the bullet’s flight path to the distant target, crunch the numbers (or enter them into a calculator that crunches the numbers), twiddle the scope, assume the position, stop breathing and try to make the trigger pull as smooth as an Israeli supermodel’s inner thigh. (I’ve got to make some part of this sound exciting.) And pray the wind doesn’t change. Yeah, about that. Kirsten Joy Weiss has some weird meteorological psychic ability. Not me. I can no more “read” the wind than I can read Heidegger’s Being and Time. So . . . I once hit a steel target at 750 yards. Using a Tracking Point rifle. Under careful supervision. What the farthest you’ve ever shot, and actually hit what you were aiming at? Using what kit?