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I was at our outdoor range a few years back. Some very nice younger black guys shooting nearby. And the situation was like above, one gun, vs. my having a bunch...
Anyway. I tidy up and as I'm leaving, one very pleasantly asks me if I can look at his pistol. He thinks something is wrong with it. I think it was a Glock in .380. Anyway, I shoot it a few times on his target, at 5 yards, and put three nearly through the same hole. His buddy looks over and just busts out laughing...
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James
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
Red-beard for President, 2020
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