One of our neighbor's invited a group to come shoot sporting clays one afternoon. Little did I know that I'd be spending the day at a Civil War plantation with old Yankee writings still visible on the walls. When we arrived, we walked in to the beautiful house and heard classical music playing in the distance. I felt out of place, but heck I wasn't passing this chance up. I was in the presence of the wealthy and social elite! I met some very nice people who happened to be competitive shooters...or professinal gunmen...whatever they're called. I spent the day getting private shooting lessons and I actually did pretty well. I can confidentally use a 20 gage Beretta shotgun. Ex-boyfriends beware.
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