Sunday morning, my shoulder will feel sore as hell. It’s getting punched repeatedly by a merciless bully. The bully’s name? .300 Winchester Magnum. I line up my shot, remembering not to lean forward too close to the rifle’s sight; I ...
Read More »Sunday morning, my shoulder will feel sore as hell. It’s getting punched repeatedly by a merciless bully. The bully’s name? .300 Winchester Magnum. I line up my shot, remembering not to lean forward too close to the rifle’s sight; I ...
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