I recently turned 53 and because I'm around so many females at work and home, I thought I'd do something manly to recognize by advancing years.
So I joined a local gun club, took my .44-Magnum revolver, and went shooting.
(Important note: When you ask ammunition clerks at the local Wal-Mart for hollow point .44-Magnum rounds, expect startled looks.)
So that birthday weekend I shot guns. I smoked…
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