![]() ![]() You take a non-comformist path, and you don't get sloppy with "good enough" shots at anything you do. They do not aim at a head, torso or even the centre of the target rather, they aim at the tip of an ear, at a button in a shirt, or at the small gap between the "1" and the "0" in the centre of a paper target.īy concentrating in such a small feature, you are signalling that you do not accept anything but excellence, and that you will put all your efforts towards attaining it. ![]() Sharpshooters and snipers do not aim at a target instead, they aim at a detail contained inside the target. This sniper saying, which was popularized by the book and movie "American Sniper", is one of the first lessons for anyone striving for excellence. Last, but not least, both run in my family.Īs such, in this article I am not only trying to share some of the lessons I’ve learnt, but also part of my leadership journey. In a sense, both activities have quite a lot in common: they involve self-mastery they require a strategy, thorough planning and flawless execution they require a relentless pursuit of excellence and both are, to a quite big degree, mental activities. Yes, shooting is my other hobby besides scuba diving. My uncle, an admiral with the Peruvian Navy and an USMC graduate, had told me about the Rifleman’s Creed some months before at this point, I couldn’t help but remembering his words: “This is my rifle…”. I was elated, even if my shoulder was quite sore (it kicked like a mule, on steroids and speed), but that started a close relationship that would teach me a lot about ballistics and life. It was a spring morning, I was 21, and this was my first shot in my brand new Remington 700 Police Sniper, accurized by the best armourers of the Argentinean Army. A loud report, and around half a second later, an eternity in my current state, I see the target move slightly and the voice over the intercom, connected to the bunker under the targets, tells me “hit”. ![]() I focus, time seems to stand still, I feel I can count to one thousand between heartbeats. Utter silence punctuated by my breathing, and slightly below that, my heartbeat. ![]()
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