A man was driving through Texas on a road that skirted a very large ranch.
About every 100 yards, nailed to a tree, there was a target with a bullet hole absolutely dead centre. This went on for several miles and then he came to a fence with a gate in it. Leaning on this gate was a grizzled old man, puffing on a pipe. The driver screamed to a halt and said "Hey! Are they your targets?"
"Sure are," said the man. "Did you do the shooting?" "Sure did." "You must be a wonderful shot! Every one of those bullets is dead centre. How did you manage that?"
Removing his pipe, the rancher said, "First shoot - then draw the target."
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