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Manly shooting

Twenty years ago and more, I was a dead shot with most firearms:  shotgun, rifle, revolver, automatic handgun, and, yes, those pump-action air rifles (commonly called “BB guns”). This came from years of steady practice, as well as having eyes and arms that were 20 years younger.  I could ask a companion out in the field to load two clay pigeons onto the thrower, stand with my back to it with my shotgun broken open, yell “pull,” casually load the gun, snap it shut, turn, and pick off both of the skeet before they hit the ground. At that point in my life I probably could have shot the eyelashes off a chipmunk and left the animal alive.

This summer I went shooting again out in a field for the first time in far too long. To say that my skills have dipped is an understatement. I don’t think I could have hit Rush Limbaugh at five paces with a howitzer.  I did get better as the day unfolded, though, shooting the crotch off the assailant marked on a target (I was aiming for the head), and picking off one of the dozen or two skeet my brother-in-law gamely pitched into the air for me. But clearly I need practice, and lasix.

Today that same brother-in-law emailed me the video below, which depicts exciting new technological advances in the sport of shooting. In his email, he said, “You know you want one.” And he’s right. I do. You’ll see why.

One Response to “Manly shooting”

  1. Paul Says:

    I remember shooting clay pigeons at the cabin in the pine barrens of New Jersey. Most of us could not hit the broad side of a barn from an inch away. Your dad and you were the best at hitting the targets.

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