When I read this story I was reminded how lucky I am for having grown up in a rural area with great parents who supported our having guns in the house. And being able to grab a gun, walk out the back door and hunt all day without crossing a road or seeing another hunter was icing on the cake. My first .22 was a Marlin 99 that Dad gave me for Christmas in 1964. What a thrill that was. Dad sold his Winchester Model 12 so he could afford that gun and I'll never part with it.
Merry Christmas and may you be blessed with good health and joy in the new year.
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