My First Gun
One evening when I was seven, or eight years old { 1950s} my Father said, "Get in the car & come with me." We ended up at a Gun Shop in the next town over, and he bought me a used single shot Stevens .22 bolt action with a cut-down stock. He paid $7.00.
When he got off work in the afternoons he would put me behind the wheel of his 55 Chevy, I sat on a box, and he worked the clutch, and we would drive out of town to the city dump. I remember driving right past the City Cop. You could do those things in a small town back then. At the City Dump we would shoot glass bottles, and jars until dusk then the rats came out. There were so many that the whole hill seemed to be moving. There were no lasers, or tactical lights back then. I learned to shoot the rats without sights, since it was relatively dark when they came out.
I would tote that rifle "up-town" to the local Hardware Store where I could buy 10 .22 longs for ten cents, I didn't have the money very often for a full box, and take her to the woods.
Today, an eight year old driving a car, a kid walking down the street with a rifle, and city dumps full of rats are things of the past. The Stevens single-shot is now in my son's gun safe, as the first gun that he ever shot. Also, now that my eyes aren't as good, learning how to point shoot is coming in handier than ever.
Tom