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To: Neeka who wrote (561313)	4/7/2004 4:07:43 PM
From: JDN	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 769670

You know, I believe you. Women seem to have a steadier hand then men. I taught my first wife to shoot a pistol shortly after I came home. After a few lessons I hung a tin can on a string hanging on a branch in a tree. Handed her a semiautomatic pistol and DAMN IF SHE DIDNT MAKE THAT CAN BOUNCE. I was AMAZED. Reason I like grenades is cause in my situation most attacks came at night. When you fired, it left a flash the enemy could then locate you in your hole. I just tossed out a grenade when they got too close and BOOM they had no idea where it came from. My friends called me GUNGA DIN cause I had grenades strung all over my body!! jdn

To: Neeka who wrote (561313)	4/7/2004 4:36:52 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769670

<<and fairly good with a handgun >> Back when I hunted I carried a .22 revolver to head shoot sitting rabbits. No shot in the meat that way. One day I was hunting with a guy who flushed a covey of quail, 3 shots with his 16 ga. shotgun never touched a feather. He reloaded, took a step and more quail got up. Now this time I noticed one looked like it was hit and landed in a small multiflora rose in a pasture. We started walking through the pasture and I peeked into the bush and there laid the dead quail. Instead of yelling "here's a quail you hit" I kept walking about 40 yards, then I yelled "quail behind you". He whirled around, saw nothing, looked at me, I did a quick draw and fired a shot from the hip. He's going what the .... and I walked back and picked up the quail. Told him I didn't need a shotgun for quail.