This Tamara, of course.
Alas, I truly fear there is no hope for me.
I was in JROTC in high school. Highlight of the first year was gun quals. The only other guy not to qualify for his marksmanship medal got kicked out of the range for firing before the command was given. Even my squad leader, who shot the clothespin off the target one lane over got his medal.
My father tried to teach me. Looking back, it probably wasn't the brightest idea to try to learn marksmanship with a .45 from a drunkard, but the damage to my confidence has already been done.
And yet I am a sucker for a submariner with an M-60.
My estranged husband is a sharpshooter, naturally.
Pray the kids take after him. In that. Not in anything else. (His keeping to his wedding vows skills frankly suck.)