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[GJM]

Observed when I arrived at the range. What would we call this target, and how would you score it?

[PNWTO]

Guy’s rocking a sweet pistol, watch, and the stereotypical “not a cop” look.

She’s dressing like an adult version of the Children of the Corn.

[Joe in PNG]

I get the strange feeling that whoever posted and shot this target went away rather proud of the 5 hits they got, including the shoot through on the hostage.

[camel]

My flattop haircut means business

[Guerrero]

"Maybe I'll have better luck getting Toto."

"Katie Perry decided this wasn't her teenage dream."

[blues]

"Daughters are overrated!"

[feudist]

"Heavy is good, heavy is reliable...and if it doesn't work you can beat them to death with it."

[BN]

"Lefty Sings the Blues".

[Sero Sed Serio]

The year is 1992. Deputy Johnson, desperate to not be dragged back to court for missing another child support payment and struggling to meet the 15% interest rate on his Camaro, signs up for any off-duty job that is posted, including posing as models for the Department's new targets. The only other employee who shows up is Meadow, the Wiccan dispatcher who works graves. Unfortunately, due to the County's latest consent agreement based on a settlement of the NAACP (representing the 1.7% African American population of said county), there can be nothing black on the targets, including Meadow's trademark Morticia Addams dress. Fortunately, after a recent warrant on a Fundamentalist LDS compound, the property section has some farm clothes from one of the sister wives that Meadow can borrow.

31 years later, Deputy Johnson's youngest son, pilfering dad's shed for things he can sell for Fentanyl, comes across an old box with 1,000 of these targets, which he promptly sells for $25 at the local gun show. The buyer, who carries a Springfield XD .45 because they don't make a .46 and it's every bit as good as a Glock while being Made In America By God, has come to the range to put his annual 4 clips through the gun. Said shooter does not police his brass nor take down his target stands because he "pays his range fees so that they can hire Mexicans to do that." He then reloads his gun with the Black Talons that will kill a man clean dead just by hitting him in the arm, and puts it back in the glove box of his lifted Dodge Ram with a Punisher Trump sticker across the entire back window.

In a moment of irony, the Black Talons were from a box that Deputy Johnson pilfered from supply, but had to sell a few months later, again to avoid the Camaro being repo'd.

[Pacioli]

The year is 1992. Deputy Johnson, desperate to not be dragged back to court for missing another child support payment and struggling to meet the 15% interest rate on his Camaro, signs up for any off-duty job that is posted, including posing as models for the Department's new targets. The only other employee who shows up is Meadow, the Wiccan dispatcher who works graves. Unfortunately, due to the County's latest consent agreement based on a settlement of the NAACP (representing the 1.7% African American population of said county), there can be nothing black on the targets, including Meadow's trademark Morticia Addams dress. Fortunately, after a recent warrant on a Fundamentalist LDS compound, the property section has some farm clothes from one of the sister wives that Meadow can borrow.

31 years later, Deputy Johnson's youngest son, pilfering dad's shed for things he can sell for Fentanyl, comes across an old box with 1,000 of these targets, which he promptly sells for $25 at the local gun show. The buyer, who carries a Springfield XD .45 because they don't make a .46 and it's every bit as good as a Glock while being Made In America By God, has come to the range to put his annual 4 clips through the gun. Said shooter does not police his brass nor take down his target stands because he "pays his range fees so that they can hire Mexicans to do that." He then reloads his gun with the Black Talons that will kill a man clean dead just by hitting him in the arm, and puts it back in the glove box of his lifted Dodge Ram with a Punisher Trump sticker across the entire back window.

In a moment of irony, the Black Talons were from a box that Deputy Johnson pilfered from supply, but had to sell a few months later, again to avoid the Camaro being repo'd.

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