Memories of Preparing For the Collapse of Civilization With Marksmanship and Murder
We drove out to the gravel pit for a day of shooting. It was just me and my dad and a bunch of weapons for killing human beings.He stapled the target to a wooden frame he'd built against a wall of sand. Then he walked slowly back towards me. The stapler was silver. The extra targets fluttered in the wind.There wasn't any talking. The whole experience was somber like a religious ceremony. I knew that I shouldn't touch the guns until he said. If I touched them wrong, I could kill him. I could kill myself. This was drilled into me again and again.I heard stories of hunters who neglected to take…
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