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My dad taught me the basics of shooting when I was 12, for the most part it was 1911 BB pistol in the basement. He taught me how to breathe, shoot, I got good. Then in return I taught him how to box since it seemed the CF had failed him in that respect of training (he was a Captain and was in Signals). Was fun when he brought home a 'medicine bag' from work when he was stationed at CFS Carp, he'd hold it while I practised what I learned at boxing and jujitsu lessons, and then I'd hold it and teach him how to box. Most fun was slapping him in the ribs because his elbows kept rising up constantly! Musta been an old Welsh fighting technique still corrupting him or something.
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