Back around 1970 something, I remember a US National Champion pistol shot that said in an interview, his secret was a can of beer, and a Valium before the match. And then the poop hit the fan......wow. We used to sell beer at the club turkey shoots back in the 1960-70s. Liability lawyers put the stops to that. One guy I remember had his shotgun taken away, and told to leave. I used to win more turkeys back then. One beer shouldn't be a problem.
My late uncle TA was a career Marine and a heckuva shot serving as a scout/sniper at one time. He also was a DI during his career at Parris Island. An older friend, Caleb, had him as his DI in basic. Caleb said the platoon was a mess at the rifle range, horrible shots. TA figured it was nerves and decided to loosen them up with a little beer the night before qualifying. It made them worse. TA was so pissed off at the trainees that, according to Caleb, he made them skip like girls all the way from the range back to the barracks.
