My dog, Blue Cartoon Contest, loves gunfire and he loves the range. So do I, so I took the little barker out to the country for some more remedial pistol practice.
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| Blue Ferox |
Lo and behold, no sooner had I drawn my .45 from its holster than my excitable Heeler began to bark with joy. He ended up being relegated to the 50 yard bench...
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| A Bit More to the Left, Please |
I tried out some slightly better ammo, to see if it'd improve my groups, and it certainly didn't hurt, tightening things up by about an inch. But I can't brag, because my performance wasn't stellar, unlike the cop who took down the Muslim terrorists in Garland.
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| The Prophet |
At the end of the shoot, I pitted my wits against the ancient adversary, swinging steel plates, at 10, 15, 25 and 30 yards. They got a severe beating, until I moved out to the 30 yard mark, at which point they were mostly safe.
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| A Dog in the Grass |
There was a time when they weren't safe at 30++ yards. I want to get back to that.
Shoot straight,
LSP
