What kind of brushstroke is this?
The rifles, dirty and old, needed to be cleaned.
Cleaning, packing, preparing, my morning was busy.
Hands sweating, heart pounding, I unleash my lead.
The bullet flew at more than 1200 miles a second.
Spinning, whirling, whizzing, the bullet found its target.
The deer, a grown female doe, appeared lifeless.
Ill give 100 pointsssss!!!!!!