I eventually convinced my folks I needed a bigger shotgun and received a 12-gauge Winchester 1400 for my birthday. The 3-inch shells with 3/4 ounce of #6 shot would do the job if I got close enough, but my Marlin couldn’t reach up high in the tree like his 12-gauge Remington 1100. When I visited my grandparents, my cousin Steve and I would hunt squirrels in the nearby woods. My dad owned several firearms, but he was not a hunter like his older brother. When the anticipated occasion finally came, it wasn’t much fun because it kicked pretty hard. 22 Auto (with his supervision, of course!) and wishing I was old enough to handle his. I later sold greeting cards to earn a mail-order, Marlin bolt-action, single-shot. My first gun was a Daisy lever-action BB rifle. 270 Winchester has been around a quarter-century longer than I have! My musings meandered randomly. Somehow, rambling thoughts morphed into realizing the. When the clock sprang forward recently from standard to daylight savings time, I laid awake thinking about just how old I am. As I get older, even a little disruption in my routine can be significant.
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