This is a poster hanging on the wall at the range. It has one of the medals our teens (Johnny was on the team) won while Jeff and I were coaching them. Here he's posing with his Massillon Tigers themed hardware his family had made for him. I still hear him in my head yelling when I mess something up in a competition. I follow in his footsteps, but won't ever fill his shoes. I'm, at best, a third of the personality, presence, and expert he was. ;)
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