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THE-SHOOTIST · 12-20-2012, 08:52 PM

My dream was to play pro hockey;
but I skated like I had cinder blocks on my feet.

I tried baseball;
I couldn't hit well, nothing more than a "double".

I tried football;
I sucked at that too.

But, that day in 1982 when I took a rented NelSpot and two tubes of blue oil-based Nelson into the woods in New Hampshire and shot out my hunting buddy Joe, his brother John, two complete strangers and then captured a flag and ran it home for the win, I knew what I was destined to do. The sky opened up, a beam of sunlight shone down on that NelSpot in my hand and a loud booming voice said "son, THIS is what YOU were meant to do".

12-20-2012, 08:52 PM	#20 (permalink)
THE-SHOOTIST MCB Member Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Saugus MA	My dream was to play pro hockey; but I skated like I had cinder blocks on my feet. I tried baseball; I couldn't hit well, nothing more than a "double". I tried football; I sucked at that too. But, that day in 1982 when I took a rented NelSpot and two tubes of blue oil-based Nelson into the woods in New Hampshire and shot out my hunting buddy Joe, his brother John, two complete strangers and then captured a flag and ran it home for the win, I knew what I was destined to do. The sky opened up, a beam of sunlight shone down on that NelSpot in my hand and a loud booming voice said "son, THIS is what YOU were meant to do". __________________ Moving at the speed of Dark....................