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After much convincing, my Dad came to the shooting range with me and Josh. We went on a Saturday this time, which was a lot more crowded. We shot a .40 and a .22. I didn't do as well as I did the first time, but I still enjoyed myself. My palms sweat like crazy. It just makes me so nervous to be around guns. Dad shot really well, especially since he didn't bring his glasses. He's near sighted, so he couldn't actually aim the gun (using the sights). He just looked at the target and shot.
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