Well, what was it? What were the circumstances? How old were you?
Me, I was about 8 or 9 years old. It was my Dad's S&W K22. We were on our way up to the mountains for a camping trip (first trip without Mom and sister). We pulled off the road in the middle of no where and walked a bit until we got into a small ravine. Dad found an old can laying on the ground and he stood it up. He emptied the cylinder into that can hitting it each time from about 10 yards. After some coaching it was my turn. I missed the first shot but ended up hitting that little soup can with 3 out of 6 shots. Damn that was fun, neat memory.
Me, I was about 8 or 9 years old. It was my Dad's S&W K22. We were on our way up to the mountains for a camping trip (first trip without Mom and sister). We pulled off the road in the middle of no where and walked a bit until we got into a small ravine. Dad found an old can laying on the ground and he stood it up. He emptied the cylinder into that can hitting it each time from about 10 yards. After some coaching it was my turn. I missed the first shot but ended up hitting that little soup can with 3 out of 6 shots. Damn that was fun, neat memory.

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