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In the early 80s, my wife and I, recently married, lived in El Paso, TX. She had no experience with firearms, so I thought a can plinking session would be fun. She agreed, so we drove out to the country and set up some cans. The only gun I had at that time was the .22 rifle that was my 12th birthday gift.
I reviewed the rules with her and showed her how to aim, shoot and reload the little popgun.
We were in the middle of nowhere. A car with six sketchy looking guys came up the dirt road, slowed and stopped when they saw us. The popgun was leaned up against my vehicle, they couldn't see it.
When all of them got out of the car, I simply picked up the .22, aimed it at the sky, and cycled the bolt to reload it. At no point did I aim the rifle at them. (Rules)
I'll never forget how the expression on their faces changed from a smile to fear.
They got back in the car and took off.
I reviewed the rules with her and showed her how to aim, shoot and reload the little popgun.
We were in the middle of nowhere. A car with six sketchy looking guys came up the dirt road, slowed and stopped when they saw us. The popgun was leaned up against my vehicle, they couldn't see it.
When all of them got out of the car, I simply picked up the .22, aimed it at the sky, and cycled the bolt to reload it. At no point did I aim the rifle at them. (Rules)
I'll never forget how the expression on their faces changed from a smile to fear.
They got back in the car and took off.