Yesterday morning, Tralfazz in his Typhoon and me in my Yak. We went round & round, and even though I whiddled away at him and eventually got him down, my aim was absolute crap.
We agreed to have a go at it again, same planes so I hung around until he came back. Again, I saddled up on him eventually, firing short bursts but with very unsteady aim. Just a lucky shot set Tralfazz's Typh on fire.
He decided to take a Yak9U up, so I hung around some more. Now
that was a nerve-racking fight, but still my aim was bad, and my flying was starting to deteriorate as we were doing some extreme low manuvers. Several times it appeared we were both going to get shot down by trees as we stalled here & there, but finally I wallowed onto his six enough to throw enough rounds at him, taking off some vital surfaces, eventually leading to my third kill.
For me, two cups of coffee and stall fighting just don't mix very well. Nerves, adrenaline, and caffiene... wow.