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Zen and the Art of Free Pistol

Morini CM80 Free PistolIt’s March 30th, 7:30 am. Spring is best at dawn as gradually the hilltops lighten. Arranged on a small bench in front of me are simple items: a couple of boxes of match ammo, a spotting scope, and an odd-looking pistol, it’s long black polished barrel looking like an iron flute with no holes. My target is 50 meters away and looks like a tiny black dot, just a touch of a calligraphy brush on an off-white rice paper.