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Saturday, 2007 June 9, 21:22 — me!me!me!, weapons

still dangerous

I took Dad to the target range today. I hadn’t shot in three years, nor he in seven. He, using my .22, was pleased enough with his shooting to take his target home.

With my .40, I did better than I expected after so long: my shots at ten yards were in groups smaller than my fist, which is plenty good enough for most practical purposes (not that I ever hope to use a pistol for practical purposes). As usual my left hand was steadier than my right; I said to Dad, “Are you sure I’m not left-handed?”

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