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I quit drinking 6 months ago because I had been an alchoholic for about 15yrs prior. I thought I was doing good, but someone on here last week wanted to buy some ammo I had for sale. They didnt have cash, but to handles of Jack. That offer was the final straw. Now Im sitting feeling pitty for my self sipping on this delicious beer. So ya, I'll cheers for the moment along with the 17 other beers I'll drink tonight.
 
When we lived in Colorado I had a sweet .22mag semi-auto rifle (wish I still had it) any way it was cold, January and not much to shoot at. I spotted a rusty old tin can hanging on an old (no longer used hay rake) behind the land owners house. Had to be a good 350 yds out. I took aim and bang, I hit the damn thing, trouble was he had put it over what I could not see. Shutoff valve for an irrigation line. Water spraying out all over and turning to ice in a hurry, it was about -10 out. Needless to say I was more than a bit ashamed knocking on his door and explaing my stuidity. I offered to pay for repairs, he laughed and said he had a new valve in the barn.
I miss those days.
 
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OK, I'll go first...May, 1985, Marine Corps recruit Depot, Parris Island known distance range, qualifying. I had been shooting expert all week, and on qual day, I was spotless. I was well on my way to series high, then it happened. On the 300 yard rapid, I got flagged 9 bulls and one miss. I hadn't missed a single shot all week on this rapid, but they flagged me a miss. My D I went ape**** and demanded that they give me the bullseye, that the bullet obviously went through an existing hole, which it did. But they scored it a 45 instead of a 50. I shot a 242 that day, and the series high winner shot a 246.

Oh, and I just listened to REM, "it's the end of the world as we know it"

This is probably going to sound bad but, I was born 2 months earlier. Food for thought...
 
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