Oh, yeah, I can shoot. Before becoming somebody's mother, I had no problem walking into bars to play money games. I am rather proud of my skills though the cultivation of them is very misguided. Dad used to drag me to the bars and force me to learn. My "free practice" time was in a place that did car washes but had a table and a bunch of couches. Folks passed out drunk from the night before slept around me as I "trained" and Dad's newest car was washed as I was berated for not putting proper english on the cue. I do love pool. I am not a very good shot anymore, but back in the day I would make bets on difficult shots. Good times....