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the revolver is heavy

the barrel hexagonal and long

"sportsman" stamped into the metal

checked wooden handgrips with

round designed logo counter-sunk

twenty two hollow points are loaded up

in their brass casings

i pull the large trigger and take aim

at arms length at the tin cans in the pit

thirty feet away

i have to pull on the trigger more then

i would have thought

the shot goes off and deafens me

not a can jumps just dirt spits up

behind them

i take aim again and pull again

and another shot goes off

same results

i start to just generally point the

gun in the direction of the cans

and start firing

the chamber rotating until there

is nothing but a little ol click

this i can barely hear

not one can is knocked over

I pull back the sight lever and

crack open the gun

flip that little knob and kick-out

the shells into my hand

they are very hot

i reload and try again

and all i get is more deafness

i knock the empties out

after letting them cool down

i walk up to the targets

with the gun heavy in my

left hand

i poke one over with the long

barrel

"Bang!" I say

then I laugh shake my head

empty the gun

clean it and put it back in

my fathers dresser

i am so embarassed i never

take another shot again

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