romma
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Toy guns were it. My mother had no problems with me shooting and playing with toy guns.
I only shot a real gun when I was 11 or 12 in the Boy Scouts.
I only shot a real gun when I was 11 or 12 in the Boy Scouts.
I found some guys spreading cottonseed cake to attract cattle -- obviously preparatory to shooting one or two and wenching them into their truck.
We had to quit feeding cottonseed cake though, too much of it and the calves went blind. I don't remember what it was in it that did that though.