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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“We’ve never shot before. We’re looking for something fairly small, just to get a feel for it.” “9 mil,” answers the cashier without hesitation. She’s Asian, petite and cute, in her early twenties. “Right! Ok. But we’d also like something ...
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