@wittmann:
You mean I could do it after a couple of large drinks?
Excellent work. I should try as I am blind , but I have no hand skills!
Many years ago, in a magazine which included graphic novel style comic strips, there was one segment which told the fictitious story of a worthless and rather low-life World War One infantryman who could only shoot straight when he was drunk. The drunker he got, the more of a sharpshooter he became. So one day, his commanding officer gets him sloshed on several bottles of vintage Bordeaux wine, gives him a rifle, and positions him outdoors in an area of the front over which the Red Baron was known to fly every day. The guy whose wine had been confiscated for this purpose is furious, but the officer responds by indicating the drunk sharpshooter and saying “He needs to concentrate.” The sharpshooter, of course, manages to bring down the Red Baron with a single rifle shot…but in a twist of fate, it’s the pilot who was pursuing the Red Baron at the time who gets the credit, while the sharpshooter gets killed by a bomb shortly thereafter (in the middle of a second drinking binge).