Posted May 10, 2019 1:06 pm by Comments

Gunshots ring out like a war zone, one right after the other in a sporadic pattern of near-deafening blasts. I’ll never forget the many evenings I spent sitting on that wooden bench, sipping my off-brand root beer, and watching my dad and grandfather take on bright orange clay birds one by one, week after week. …Read the Rest

Source:: NRA-ILA

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