Great story Garth! And the Christmas .22 story is cool; I remember reading it a while back. I never got a .22 for Christmas, mostly because the "family" .22 - a Winchester 61 - always stood in the back corner of Dad's closet and there was always a box or two of shells in Dad's top dresser drawer; I could take the gun out whenever I wanted - never even had to ask. If I took some shells the next time I looked they'd been replaced; neither of us ever said a work about it to my recollection; that was just my dad's way. I still have the Winny, and like you, I'll never sell it. The 94 came along much later...
