On Sunday, Brock called us all down for a shotgun shoot-out. I sat back and watched a few others as they blasted the skeets out of the sky. I'm not one for handling guns, but someone convinced me to give it a go. Sure enough, I'm a natural! I beat every one, including the grown men, and one the money pot. Unfortunately, one time I wasn't ready for the "pull" and my competitive nature got the best of me. I quickly aimed for the skeet without having the butt of the gun in its place. I had a giant bruise on my shoulder for days! But....I won!
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