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by Sara Versluis
posted 8/27/2010
At the Tri-County Sportsmen's League, shots ring out over the pouring rain. There is a man in an oilcloth duster and matching Stetson, and the gun smoke hangs low in the cool spring weather. The gunslinger fantasy is slightly marred by the sight of safety glasses and industrial-grade earphones, not to mention the box of pizza that someone has ordered for lunch.
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