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Stubby, once when I was about 15 I went to the local slaughter house with my dad to arrange for having a calf butchered. As luck would have it a steer weighing about 1000 lbs. had gotten loose. The guy who worked there was chasing it on a tractor try ing to kill it with a .22 which had no sights (only used to slaughter up close). I happened to have my Nylon 66 so I proceeded to intercept the steer. One .22 long rifle between the eyes and he went down like the Titantic. regards, birdman
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