Is getting a varmint rifle, and then being able to nail the raccoon that's been tearing up your mom's barn.
Because if it weren't for mom wanting that damn varmint done with, I would have never gotten the rifle. So there we are. One dead coon.
I'll be leaving the rifle for my dad to use in my absence. But damn that's a nice gun.
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