I always enjoyed target shooting. I believe I can still shoot a flea off a fence post at 100 feet, maybe. It's such a cathartic sport really. Except for the first time I shot a 12 gauge and it knocked me back 6 feet into a tree dislocating my shoulder in the process. I learned real quick after that.
As for meeting women, well, it could happen. Though I didn't actually meet Paul at a range, we were competitive marksmen in the same club, and we are married. Maybe that's where it all began