I realized that I hadn't been shooting yet not just this year, but all of last year, either (!). I've been making Baby Vulcan cry.
And so off I went. Noise was made. Holes were punched in paper. I was both pleased at my marksmanship and disgusted at my marksmanship. All in all, a normal range trip.
Somehow, I find that strangely reassuring.
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And what did we shoot?
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