By Gary Lewis / The Bulletin
September 10, 2009
“I want to shoot like him,” Joe Cullison told himself.
Norm Rife cocked his four-inch Smith & Wesson .44, his legs, his arms in solid triangles. Out there in the sand was an iron pig. Rife focused, a 6 o'clock hold. Finger tightened on the trigger. Bang. Clang.