When I was young and on the farm, Dad would load up 22 shorts in a Remington 550, and hand it to me. I was not allowed 22lrs, they were too powerful....
......but he made sure I knew how to handle and respect firearms, before giving me a pass.
As I got older to be able to look out the front picture window, my uncle Ed would come over to hunt quail with his brothers. All had Browning A5's, mostly 20's; uncle Ed's was a sweet 16. At the end of the day, uncle Ed would sit me down with the 16 and teach me how to care for it.................gosh, I loved that back then and even now; nothing like a fine firearm and knowledgeable, loving folks.
My Uncle Dutch hunted with a 28 gauge; nope, not a Browning; he was a little bit of a maverick. Mom told me I am a little like Uncle Dutch, he always had a fast car; guess for now my blue devil is fast enough for me............but one can never have enough horsepower you know.......
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fond times, mighty generous of folks to relate such.