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Notebook
April 28th, 2007 by Double Tap

As a kid, I used to go out and shoot cans and bottles with my little .22 rimfire rifle. I’m not exaggerating when I say I think I put close to 5,000 rounds through that rifle. I say as a kid, because that was before the city I live in exploded in population and all the good desert shooting spots got covered with subdivisions. Now, I have to go a regular range where you aren’t allowed to shoot up bottles and cans.

So, it’s kind of cool to see in slow-motion what those bullets were doing to all those cans, bottles, and fruit I used to put holes through.

By the way - that .22 rifle I referred to - I bought that myself with the money I saved up. I think I was maybe 13 at the time. By the time I was 18, I also owned a 12-gauge shotgun - also purchased with my own funds. Both of those guns shot up plenty of old cans and landed a few rabbits, squirrels, and game birds on the table too.

Why did my parents let me do that? Because I had demonstrated I could be trusted with a gun by earning my shooting badge in the Boy Scouts, watching me handle guns since I was seven years old, taking NRA gun safety courses, taking a hunter safety course, and teaching me proper respect for the handling and care of said guns - sometimes at the end of a paddle.

I still have that old .22 and 12-gauge. I can’t wait for my own son to get a little older so I can start passing on this great, life-long sport to him too.