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Originally Posted by Mike Koneski

When I was a kid I'd sit on a hillside of oaks on my Pappy's farm and pick them off one-by-one with the Winchester 67A. Shoot half dozen, take them to the "skinning tree", give them to my mom and she'd quarter them and brown them in butter. I can still smell the kitchen.

That’s what I started with ! Winchester 67A bought the gun for $15 when I was seven , I saved up $7.50 and my pop paid the other half . My father refinished the wood and my grandfather cleaned the metal and cold blued it . As some might say , that 67A was the start of my downfall and a lifetime of ruination in guns and hunting Bwahahahahaha