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So, this is my first makeup blog for my 27/27. I’m hoping
that there won’t be anymore, but I can’t really say for sure considering that
anything can happen in a week. As you can see by the title, this is just
something that I threw together in 20 minutes. Or rather, I figured 20 minutes
was a god amount of time to write something like this, so I looked at my watch,
and told myself to start typing, and not to stop for another 20 minutes.
I’m guessing I’ve
started to ramble at this point? Maybe I should focus myself onto some train of
thought. I know, I’ll just start talking about some of the stuff I did this
My Boy Scout Troop and I went camping at an undisclosed
location in south Texas that allowed us to bring and shoot guns and such. My
troop goes there every year and I always try to go with them because I can’t
remember not enjoying myself there.
Onto the guns. Because I live in Texas, there are very few
people with misgivings about gun owner ship, so there was some pretty decent
variety for me to choose from. There were quite a few shotguns there, with
which I tried to shoot skeet. I only got 3 out of 5 on my best run though.
Ummm, someone brought a long bow, an honest to goodness Bow with a Quiver full
of Arrows. I was pretty terrible at that too. Even at close range I could
barely hit the target. The only thing I
did do moderately well in was shooting the .22 rifles.
Yep, give me 3 seconds to shoot a moving target, and I’ll
miss. Give me an eternity to shoot a foam bull-eye from 10 feet and I’ll hit on
the outermost ring, but give me a .22 caliber rifle with ironsides and I’ll put all ten bullets in the 9 ring from 50 yards.
Also, after seeing the movie from which the scene below was taken in the 70's, one of the leaders in my troop got working/firing model of the rifle
from this scene:
When it got dark and we decided to have dinner, my Dad and
all the other adult leaders let me have Chili with them because I was the
oldest scout there by a year and a half. It was probably the best Chili I ever
had (or ever will have, considering that Hunger is the best seasoning, and I
really was hungry).
After dinner 90% of all the other scouts and I went out into
the grassy/hilly fields where we were shooting only hours before and started
playing “infiltration.” (Three guys stand in the campsite with flashlights, and
everyone else tries to get in without drawing their attention) . And I’m still
surprised at how seriously some guys take it. Seriously, one kid had a Ghillie
suit; A real Ghillie suit with the hood and everything. Ya’ know what I had? A
brown winter Jacket, a Ski mask, leather workout gloves, and patience. Granted,
I didn’t win either of the games we played due to my aforementioned patience,
but they never caught me at least.
Well, I’ve actually gone a bit overtime here, I still need
to type up an essay for English and do the blog I’m supposed to do for today.
So this is “The Enemy Gate is Down” signing off, for an hour or two.
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