I'm 66. Grew up on a ranch. My Dad was a WWII vet and a dedicated hunter. He died in Jan at 92. I got my first firearm, a Stevens Favorite .22 when I was eight.
Was allowed to hunt bunnies by myself when I was twelve.
He told me not to kill for the fun of it. Much to my Mother's displeasure, we ate a lot of rabbits on Sunday nights.
First handgun was a 9 shot H&R. Paid $10.00 for it.
Rode a horse to school for the 1st 4 years.
Shot a 5 point bull elk when I was 14.
Have lived in a Tipi and driven an 8 horse hitch on the Deadwood Stage coach.
http://home.bresnan.net/~buflerchip/
The older I get, the more I am like my Dad. He use to say, "I've seen a lot of changes in my life, and I fought every dammed one of them."
My Son and Grandson fired their first shots from that old Stevens Favorite.
Was allowed to hunt bunnies by myself when I was twelve.
He told me not to kill for the fun of it. Much to my Mother's displeasure, we ate a lot of rabbits on Sunday nights.
First handgun was a 9 shot H&R. Paid $10.00 for it.
Rode a horse to school for the 1st 4 years.
Shot a 5 point bull elk when I was 14.
Have lived in a Tipi and driven an 8 horse hitch on the Deadwood Stage coach.
http://home.bresnan.net/~buflerchip/
The older I get, the more I am like my Dad. He use to say, "I've seen a lot of changes in my life, and I fought every dammed one of them."
My Son and Grandson fired their first shots from that old Stevens Favorite.
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