General Yeager told us this story after shooting a cow elk for meat for the locals:
After the war, I had gone to California, picked up Glennis and come home with her, to be married.
Dad, my younger brother Hal, and I were sitting on the porch. Dad asked me if I still was a good shot.
I said: Yes.
He told Hal (Jr.) to take a dime and put it in the dirt across the road. When Hal got back to the porch, Dad gave me a little old Springfield .22 and said, “Let’s see if you can you hit that dime?”
Okay.
I took my time (out of the corner of my eye, saw Dad waiting, wondering), aimed, shot…. and drove that dime into the dirt. I sure was grinning inside.
Dad nodded. He had taught me well.
c. GCYI