When I was fifteen, I got a Winchester 94 for Christmas. Never could hit anything with it, lost interest and sold it to buy a Remington boltgun or two.

Didn't miss it a bit, either, except it was light and handy.

Last February, I stumbled onto a 336SC, and decided I wanted to fool with a .30/30 again.
It's a bit muzzle-light, but handy, and a deer suicided itself in November. One shot, one kill, although the deer DID run about 40 yards. She left a nice bloodtrail Stevie Wonder could follow. Now I gotta wonder if I should have kept a levergun around all those years I was packing boltguns.

For the record, I will continue to use boltguns, but I won't ignore the leverguns any more.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.