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Originally Posted by Tedminator
yeh what he said. Nothin like blowing the crap outta inanimate objects to relieve stress.
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When I was growing up, we owned 80 acres of wood and prairie about an hour out of town. We'd go there for the day -- hunting in the morning, then over to the sand pit for target practice. Mostly cans and paper targets (or clay pigeons for the shotguns), but we'd sometimes bring other stuff from home.
Most memorable time was the day we brought my collection of plastic Army men, complete with vehicles -- tanks, motorcycles, trucks, halftracks. We lined them up, convoy fashion, left to right in the sand. Then backed off and started plinking with .22s. When we'd hit a figure, it would go flying high.