"Experience is the best teacher." I wanted to test one the high-powered rifles at the shooting range in the frosty Alabama town of Rainsville, during one of the snowiest winters ever. The rifle was 3' 6", 12.7mm and ready to blow that rubber manikin in half. The only thing between me and him were my glasses, which I took off to lineup the shot. But I was a little too close to the telescopic sight mounted atop the rifle. The rifle, squeezed against my shoulder, kicked me like a horse. The scope flew back and just before it hit me, I saw the manikin lose his head. I clamped my eyes shut while an immense amount of pain circulated through my head. When I opened them it was like looking through a gray tunnel. The last thing I saw was my dad
