Yep. The rangemaster came strolling by with this big grin and I started laughing in acknowledgment to what he was seeing.
Damn rifle was kicking my butt and after about 60-80 rounds I started laughing and pantomimed myself pushing my shoulder forward in anticipation of shot driving my rounds down 2-3 inches with each shot.
Frickin hurts and is made worse by having a torn rotator cuff on the order shoulder which gets operated on soon.
Sounds painful.
I had some sort of issue with my left arm that made it hard to hold the forearm of my shotguns and rifles, but therapy (a really good - and painful - massage among other things) got me through it and its mostly okay now. Still doesn’t have the same range of movement, though.