... at an anti-gun range:
The shotgun was loaded. I had fired an Uzi submachine gun and an M-1 Garand rifle, but this was something I had always wanted to do. I took aim at the bright clay disk dangling from a strip of duct tape and fired.
Bang! I felt that kick against my shoulder, but I had held it snug like I had been told, so I didn’t get too much of a hit. The target exploded and I had a quick shot of elation. That feeling got even better when I shot down another target pitched into the air. Symbolically, it was turkey on the table tonight.
Word to your mother ...
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