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I don't mean to brag, but my boys are awesome with a shotgun. When the twins were old enough, we took an NRA-sponsored women and children shotgun class out at Five Dogs Shooting Range.
Now, if you ask any of the men who taught that class (and they know who they are), they'll tell you that my boys were... rambunctious. Perhaps energetic. Or, if they're honest, they'll tell you those 9-year-olds were just plain boogers. But when it was their turn to shoot clays, they were magnificent. They hit almost every target.
I knew right then and there they were born in the wrong generation. They needed to be kids back in the days when a person could throw their favorite gun on their back and walk down the street on their way to a dove hunt. Unfortunately they were born, and now live, in a "sissified" era where the sight of a gun sends people into a panic.
Now, if you ask any of the men who taught that class (and they know who they are), they'll tell you that my boys were... rambunctious. Perhaps energetic. Or, if they're honest, they'll tell you those 9-year-olds were just plain boogers. But when it was their turn to shoot clays, they were magnificent. They hit almost every target.
I knew right then and there they were born in the wrong generation. They needed to be kids back in the days when a person could throw their favorite gun on their back and walk down the street on their way to a dove hunt. Unfortunately they were born, and now live, in a "sissified" era where the sight of a gun sends people into a panic.
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