Ah, ok. it was Sinker, not Stringer. I thought of that on the drive to work Thursday morning, I was so dog gone tired that night that its a wonder I could even hit anything I shot at.
My thought process on the run in to you was-
"Does he see me? He has to see me! I'm closing awfully fast... Are we going head-on? No, I see the undersides of his wings. I'm actually catching a '47up here!? He must be sleeping. Well if I let him go he'll just kill me later... Oh crap, I'm gonna hit him!
SHOOT RETARD!!! Wow, he exploded nice."
All in the span of about 2.5 seconds.