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Now there's a slice of real Americana, send a 12 year old out with a pistol and a bunch of ammo, tell them not to come home until it's all gone.
In my younger days my parents would drop me off at a nearby prairie dog town with a .22 and a brick of hollow points. They'd come back much later in the day, load me up and I'd sleep all the way home. Good times. dju |
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When I wasn't shooting the Luger, I had a Ruger 10/22 open sight Sporter, (first year!) on a sling around my neck on a Harley Davidson M50 (girls model step thru) going right down the center of the railroad tracks shooting gophers that dared to show themselves...
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We had a prairie dog town about 2 miles out of town. On Sunday, my dad would load up the three boys and our .22 guns and out we would go. We shot from out of the car windows, or got out and shot across the hood. I question how many we really hit as none we close shots, but we thought we hit a lot of them.
One can't go home again, but I sure wish that I could every now and again. |
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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....
![]() 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....... ![]() fond times, mighty generous of folks to relate such. |
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