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		By: chutney		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Those sound like my kind of UUs.  :-)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Those sound like my kind of UUs.  :-)</p>
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		By: PeaceBang		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 22:44:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I went on a church retreat to a big YMCA camp site in 1998.One afternoon I was wandering around looking for some group to join when I found a well-populated firing range out in the woods (just follow the sound of the shots!). I greeted all the UUs in mock outrage: &quot;What kind of afternoon activity is THIS to be doing while on church retreat?&quot; The guys all laughingly booed me and one of them jeered, &quot;Ah, you&#039;re just mad &#039;cause you&#039;re a girl!&quot;

I said, &quot;Gimme your gun.&quot; He did, laughter all around, all shooting ceased. I stepped up to the rail, aimed, and fired. Perfect bullseye. I gave the gun back and said, &quot;What were you saying about being a GIRL?&quot; 

The looks of awe were unforgettable. I chortled as I walked away, and I don&#039;t think there was any other thing I could have done to earn more street cred from the men in my church.

So I don&#039;t know what kind of UUs you&#039;re hanging around with, but many of the UUs of my acquaintance are proficient with a firearm.  Including this female minister, whose Dad walked the beat as a NY cop before he became a corporate executive.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went on a church retreat to a big YMCA camp site in 1998.One afternoon I was wandering around looking for some group to join when I found a well-populated firing range out in the woods (just follow the sound of the shots!). I greeted all the UUs in mock outrage: &#8220;What kind of afternoon activity is THIS to be doing while on church retreat?&#8221; The guys all laughingly booed me and one of them jeered, &#8220;Ah, you&#8217;re just mad &#8217;cause you&#8217;re a girl!&#8221;</p>
<p>I said, &#8220;Gimme your gun.&#8221; He did, laughter all around, all shooting ceased. I stepped up to the rail, aimed, and fired. Perfect bullseye. I gave the gun back and said, &#8220;What were you saying about being a GIRL?&#8221; </p>
<p>The looks of awe were unforgettable. I chortled as I walked away, and I don&#8217;t think there was any other thing I could have done to earn more street cred from the men in my church.</p>
<p>So I don&#8217;t know what kind of UUs you&#8217;re hanging around with, but many of the UUs of my acquaintance are proficient with a firearm.  Including this female minister, whose Dad walked the beat as a NY cop before he became a corporate executive.</p>
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		By: Curtiss Leung		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2004 02:36:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A friend brought me to a skeet range once.  I missed every single clay pigeon and had a great time.  And I saw how the sense of power could be addictive (my friend&#039;s gun was a single-barrel 12 gauge.)

There&#039;s some jejune about people who despise guns and gun owners without ever having used one.  I still favor gun control, but I don&#039;t want to ban guns, and nor do I want to demonize those who shoot for sport and pleasure.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A friend brought me to a skeet range once.  I missed every single clay pigeon and had a great time.  And I saw how the sense of power could be addictive (my friend&#8217;s gun was a single-barrel 12 gauge.)</p>
<p>There&#8217;s some jejune about people who despise guns and gun owners without ever having used one.  I still favor gun control, but I don&#8217;t want to ban guns, and nor do I want to demonize those who shoot for sport and pleasure.</p>
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