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Yesterday I was at the range having a good time shooting my buck mark. The Bucky has a hard time with cheap bulk ammo when it's cold out. It did not care for Eley Sport at 29 degrees so I was forced to shoot up my cache of CCI.
I was the only person on the pistol range for some time, in my usual spot on the far right. Another fellow comes along and occupies the far left side, and I notice he is also shooting .22, a Ruger I think.
About half an hour goes by and a father/son duo show up a few lanes to my left. After we pause so they can setup targets, I hear the dad tell his kid "watch these .22 guys jump when I shoot the .38". I smile to myself and I reach for my S&W 686. As soon as dad is done with his first cylinder of .38s, I hear them laughing until I drop the hammer on the first of six .357 magnums. It sure was quiet after that, until us ".22 guys" got back into our rhythm.
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I was the only person on the pistol range for some time, in my usual spot on the far right. Another fellow comes along and occupies the far left side, and I notice he is also shooting .22, a Ruger I think.
About half an hour goes by and a father/son duo show up a few lanes to my left. After we pause so they can setup targets, I hear the dad tell his kid "watch these .22 guys jump when I shoot the .38". I smile to myself and I reach for my S&W 686. As soon as dad is done with his first cylinder of .38s, I hear them laughing until I drop the hammer on the first of six .357 magnums. It sure was quiet after that, until us ".22 guys" got back into our rhythm.
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