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Marksmen (on hold)
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jul 10, 2012
With a sighted in .22, I can hit a bottle cap from 250 yards away, with a slingshot, I can hit a bird at 100 yards, with a rock I can hit a squirrel from 75 yards, and I never miss. When I hunt gophers, I have a javelin, a .22 iron sight with a pocket full of bullets, and a coil of snare wire. When I go deer hunting, I have a peep sight .243, and a compound bow. I can hit anything with anything. I’m deadly in paintball. I’m feared in air soft. In baseball, a triple is a bad hit. You could put a penny on your head and I would shoot it off with your choice of projectile. A modern day William Tell, a Canadian Robin Hood.
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