When I was 12 or so, my brother finally let me shoot his .22 pellet gun.
He says to me "You probally wont even be able to hit that can!" the can was probally 10 yards away. After shooting the can up for a while, I saw a bird flying high above a tree downrange and shot at it. I hit that sucker in the air! My brother never dissed my shooting again aftet that, even though it was the luckiest shot ever!
At the family reunion a while back, I brought my scoped .35 rem. contender. We always shot at the reunion. I had shot a full can of pop a few times with this gun and knew what the concussion would do. Anyways, my cousin and I had set 20 empty cans on the shootin log and went back to the line. After shooting them down and setting them back up, I bet him a 100$ I could knock all the cans down in 10 seconds or less with my pet single shot contender. He gleefully took the bet, not knowing I had put a full can of pop in the middle. I shot the full can and the explosion knocked all the other cans down! He wouldnt pay up though
He says to me "You probally wont even be able to hit that can!" the can was probally 10 yards away. After shooting the can up for a while, I saw a bird flying high above a tree downrange and shot at it. I hit that sucker in the air! My brother never dissed my shooting again aftet that, even though it was the luckiest shot ever!
At the family reunion a while back, I brought my scoped .35 rem. contender. We always shot at the reunion. I had shot a full can of pop a few times with this gun and knew what the concussion would do. Anyways, my cousin and I had set 20 empty cans on the shootin log and went back to the line. After shooting them down and setting them back up, I bet him a 100$ I could knock all the cans down in 10 seconds or less with my pet single shot contender. He gleefully took the bet, not knowing I had put a full can of pop in the middle. I shot the full can and the explosion knocked all the other cans down! He wouldnt pay up though
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