Good lord, these posts fill my soul with dread. It reminds me of my youth-savage 99 in .250 savage wearing a K4, westernfield 20 ga bolt action with a cracked stock at the wrist, wrapped w electrical tape and a Win 62a with a bulged bbl. Don’t get me wrong I have fond memories of hunting in my youth, but being restricted to only three guns obviously led to me overcompensating at 61 years of age.
Edit- the 250 and 22 were my grandfathers. The 20gauge was my dads. He was not a hunter and would borrow his uncles Remington 721 in 270 whenever he had to go hunt. He never hunted birds or small game.
I’ll count my blessings
Last edited by GoWyo; 12/10/23.
