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Thompson Center Contender, first generation, 10 inch octogon barrels. I had .22lr, .357 and .44 mag. I figured one gun for everything. The first time I fired a .44 mag, the forend split into two pieces and went flying and I dislocated my thumb. I probably needed to work on my grip.
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At the young age of five, a bear told me that I was the only person who could prevent forest fires. Why I was chosen, I'll never know.
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