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Originally Posted by Robin Lewis
I agree! When I was about 8, I remember my dad going out rabbit hunting and when he came home "I got to clean the gun". At that time it was a reason for me to handle a gun and in the process I learned gun safety (muzzle control) as my dad watched, how to maintain any gun and simple appreciation for quality, look and feel. I was taken on my first rabbit hunt when I was 9 (got two) and from then to now I regard game & guns as something special for me to take care to preserve.
Coming home from a hunt and finishing the hunt by cleaning the gun in preparation for the next day, or for storage, is routine for me and is still a pleasure. I too use Hoppes #9; mostly for the aroma and the memories that distinctive smell brings to mind and those are all wonderful memories.
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Robin,
I hope you still rabbit hunt. My gateway to hunting was squirrels at age 6. I was my Pop’s “dog” that circled the tree and retrieved them when he brought them down (head shot my biased memory recalls). In the evening Iwould clean his J. C. Higgins .22. Life was good. I still go on at least one squirrel hunt a year just to remember.
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