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I was eleven in 1971. My dad just died and my mom sent me to the local NRA club to learn precision shooting to keep me out of trouble. I would have complained about the ammo, the barrel, the sights, and the difficulty level to earn the patches was too great. I would have told the ol' timers that took me under their wing they were full shit with the constant safety rules. Basically, the way people treat each other today with the whole entitlement thing. lol.
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