Ahhh Francis, now we wax philosophically. Those were glory days (to rob from the Boss) and much missed. As a kid I was able to rent a gun for a friend for the day so he could come deer hunting - no questions asked. One day I was at an airport just because it was fun to watch the planes. A passenger jet landed and I had not seen such a machine up close and personal. I walked into the airport and asked an old security guard (just one in the whole place) if I could have a look at that plane. He said sure, so I walked out, climbed the ramp, had a look around, came back and said thanks. All my guns are "old", newest being a pump I bought as my first brand new gun and a little .22/.410 shortly thereafter (circa 1970). The oldest ones are recently acquired and a result of being "helped" here. I am lucky enough to still be able to find good habitat to hunt upland birds with permission from land owners, I would enjoy another day in the field with Dad and his hunting friends but my "teeth are getting long", putting me at the thin end of the wedge of the ever thinning hunting fraternity. Time waits for nobody (Freddy Mercury)
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Hunt ethically. Eat heartily.
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