The rifle stock pressed firmly against my shoulder. A bead of sweat slid lazily through my right eyebrow. I knew it would be a problem soon, but I shrugged it off. My head tilted awkwardly to one side, as I struggled to peer through the eyepiece of the scope on the rifle. I was no marksman. I wasn’t afraid to admit that.<\/p>\n
I slowly exhaled and let the crosshairs fall across the target. Nice and easy,<\/em> I thought to myself. One more breath.<\/em><\/p>\n The bead of sweat dripped from my brow and into my eye. It stung a little, but not as much as missing my mark would. I took a deep breath and held it for a 2-count. I exhaled. My finger shifted ever-so-slightly.<\/p>\n Fwip.<\/em><\/p>\n The pellet gun made barely a sound as the round was thrust mightily from the chamber, down the barrel and across the backyard toward the target: an aluminum can propped up on a cardboard box. I listened for the tell-tale metal-on-metal crunch that meant I’d scored a hit. I watched intently for that moment when the can, filled to the brim with water from the old caulk bucket the dog drinks from, exploded in a spray of sparkling light reflected skyward.<\/p>\n Nothing. Missed again.<\/p>\n The chuckle came from behind me, as I lowered the rifle and proceeded to offer it to my dad.<\/p>\n “You missed,” he prodded. “The point is to hit the can, you know.”<\/p>\n “You haven’t hit it yet either,” I retorted, a little more defensively than I expected. He took the rifle from my hands and loaded another pellet. His massive arms primed the rifle for another shot.<\/p>\n “No, but I’m going to hit it before you will.”<\/p>\n Big talk. From both of us. Only minutes earlier, my 7-year old son fired his very first shot and hit the target dead-on. I’d never been more proud in my life, and I abhorred violence.<\/p>\n “Your grandson hit it before you did. First try.”<\/p>\n Dad laughed. There was a mixture of pride and jealousy in his voice as he said, “Little shit.” We both laughed. My dad was funny when he cursed. It was one of his more endearing traits.<\/p>\n He took aim. He didn’t waste time trying to calm himself. 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