go shoot a gun. because you can.
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| the cat’s meow |
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| yeehaw |
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| mandatory clancy jvest |
i’m not quite sure how i acquired my father’s 20 gauge browning shotgun.
i certainly didn’t ask for it.
i’m petrified of guns. like panic attacks when i knew they were in the house, totally disassembled.
i’ve been secretly wanting to give target practice a chance ever since the gun was turned over to me.
i guess i thought….i live in wyoming. i should shoot a gun.
wyoming gun laws:
permit to purchase shotguns? nope.
registration of shotguns? no.
licensing of owners of shotguns? not necessary.
permit to carry shotguns? negative.
i don’t know much about gun laws but those seem pretty firearm friendly.
well anyways, if you can’t tell from the photos. i had a BLAST. besides the massive bruise on my arm from the kickbacks, it was awesome.
cat was a natural and w. nailed every target on his first shot. must be a southern boy.