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Long long time ago, during my teens, I was hunting bunnies along railroad tracks not far from home. These tracks skirted a small trailer park, bushes grew on the edge of the rail bed ballast, and used to see lots of bunnies along this track coming from the bushes. So when I heard rustling in the bushes I swung and pointed my shotgun at the bushes. Good thing I neither take nor took sound shots and keep the safety on until time to shoot because there were no bunnies those bushes. Two little kids were playing games and hiding in those bushes. I saw them before they saw me and swung the gun to my shoulder.
Thinking of that moment still makes me sweat.
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