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Jan. 9th, 2007 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semperfionaAbout a month ago, the three of us plus ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scottak went to the handgun range for some shooting practice. Chris and Scott had one lane and Tammie and I had another. Tammie and I were shooting our little Glock when we heard some very loud reports. "Who brought the cannon?" we
asked each other. Poking our heads out of the stall we find...Chris. With his newest acquisition, a .44 magnum revolver with an 8-inch barrel.
Fast forward to last Sunday, when the four of us went to the range again. Same prairie-dog effect on all the other shooters. This time Tammie and I each tried firing the new gun as well. Tammie steps up to the line, takes her aim, and the next thing we hear is BLAM! "Fuck!"
scottak went to the handgun range for some shooting practice. Chris and Scott had one lane and Tammie and I had another. Tammie and I were shooting our little Glock when we heard some very loud reports. "Who brought the cannon?" weasked each other. Poking our heads out of the stall we find...Chris. With his newest acquisition, a .44 magnum revolver with an 8-inch barrel.
Fast forward to last Sunday, when the four of us went to the range again. Same prairie-dog effect on all the other shooters. This time Tammie and I each tried firing the new gun as well. Tammie steps up to the line, takes her aim, and the next thing we hear is BLAM! "Fuck!"
