it was striped gophers for me. I used to shoot them in the head with iron sights every time. Dont think i could do that nowadays. I remember bringing home a whole ice cream pail once. I was soooo proud of them. Mom for some reason wasnt. at all. I did take a picture of them all lined up and sent it to my grandpa who gave me the .22. He had it on his desk until the day he died. You would have thunk those rofers were prize bull elk with the look on my face.


What you do today is important, you are trading a day in the rest of your life for it.