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To: abuelita who wrote (47223)	10/2/2005 8:29:14 PM
From: Clappy	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 104155

h-man went hunting today with a buddy. they saw 15 deer, but they were all does and doe season doesn't open till october 15th so they came back empty handed. I went over to my buddy's farm today. He took out his 12 guage shotgun and we did some target practice with it. He taught me to load it and then fired it into a huge mountain of wood chips with a 4x4 square of sheetrock with a target penned onto it. The first time I pulled the trigger I totally surprised me. BOOM!!! Scared the daylights out of me. Such fierce power. Like a cannon it was frightenly loud. It almost put a tiny poop in my pants. I felt like I got punched hard in the shoulder. The buckshot grouping landed high and right of the target. He says, Try it again" and gave me a few tips on how to breath and pull the trigger correctly. I shake a bit as I squeezed. BOOM!!! My farqin shoulder felt like it got kicked by a mule. The buckshot grouping landed low and center. I cringed a bit when he said, try it again and gave me a few more tips. My shoulder felt like it was going to fall off as I pumped the shotgun to load another 3" cartridge into the chamber. My man-ly-man pride was the only thing that enabled me to squeeze that trigger. BOOM!!! My ears were ringing and my shoulder felt like it landed behind me. I looked at the target and I finally hit the bulleye. Nice shot he said, smilingly. He followed with, "Man my shoulder would be killing me by now." I just smiled as if to say, "Hey I'm a man-ly-man (with a slight hearing impairment)." He gets another gun case out and pulls out some sort of bolt action rifle with a scope mounted on top that looks like it could shoot a bullet to New Zealand. By now my heart had definitely been relocated to my shoulder because that is where I could feel it beating. As I peered through the highpowered scope I could see just how shakey I was. I mean as hard as I tried to stay still, those darn crosshairs kept moving about the target. I grimmaced as I pulled the trigger not knowing what to expect but pain. Bang. (Not BOOM!!!) Not much of a recoil. My shoulder was still attached. No pain. I looked through the scope and saw I was just to the right of the target. Not bad. Next shot I timed my movement and as the shaking crosshairs moved across the bullseye, I squeeze. Bang. Bullseye!!! Too cool. I played around for a while with that one until we had enough and took me for a ride on his quad. We had a blast following some trails that ran through out the 300 acres. I can't tell you how much fun we had. If only I could use my shoulder and hear, today would have been perfect. One other cool thing... A cow said, "Moo" to me. A goat said, "Baaah" to me. A chicken said, "Cluck cluck" to me. A horse winnied. Too cool! Farms are fun. -ChuckConners