Squarebutt
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My sons (13 and 11 at the time) and I were plinking at our club one afternoon when one of the guys started putting a 76 through its paces. We wandered over to watch, and long story short, he let each of the boys fire a mag full, with him at the kid's left elbow and me at the right. They fired short bursts as they were told, and chewed up the target. Those smiles lasted for a while, and it was a memorable afternoon for all three of us.