For some reason, everyone elses' bullets make this thing rock like a gypsy whore. But when I shoot at the popper, my bullets are deflected by some curse put upon me by the ghost of Buggs Island. I want something that will attract MY bullets and no one elses'. Everyone else is just peachy keen, but do they care about me, my feelings, my self-esteem...of course not. But when I get real money, some Big money, I am going to place another order for 20 of these targets and some brand new friends. I may also try holding my rifle still, but with 20 targets I am bound to hit something.