The Big Bang Theory |
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Main © 2002 Paul Perkins |
It had been a few months since I've shot my rifle. I wanted to hit the can of foam dead on, so I needed to make sure the scope was set up correctly. I spotted a log that was about the same distance as the can. I aimed at the center of the rings and fired away. The .22 slugs slipped right into the pine. The grouping was pretty tight, considering I wasn't leaning on anything when I fired the shots. As you can see, the shots were a knuckle-width apart.
Scientific notation: I'm making the required mean face while posing with the gun. Everyone posing with a gun makes that face. Imagine how frightening it would be if someone was actually smiling gleefully. |
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