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I started on the farm with a Daisy bb-gun. My grandpa bought it for me when I was 9. But they didn't let me shoot it until I was 11 or 12. Then I shot it so much I wore the spring out. It would not kill birds anymore, so I started to lob bb shot into coffee cans and boxes from long range. I still have that gun to this day. And I have my dad's .22 LR that he shot as a kid. And you know something, I still feel like that 12 year old kid when I shoot the MkIII .308 and hit the red dot at a few hundred yards.
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