Thanks Walker,
Due to the collective knowledge of this place even dumbazzes like me can know what they own! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />
I've got the 250, really sweet little rifle, but I leave it back at my mom's. The woods on my grandparents farm, now mine and my sisters (at least the 100 acres that are left) that little rifle was pretty much my constant companion. My dad gave me that rifle for my 12th birthday.
I don't get back there as much anymore, and when I do gram and gramps are no longer there, but that little rifle is there and waiting to transport me back in time, a little, skinny 12 year old with his chest all puffed up cause he walked the woods armed and immediately moved him up the food chain because of it.
I could feed a passel of folks if I had all the cotton tails, and red and gray squirrels I shot with that thing laid out on one table.
To this day whether there on that 100 acres or in the middle of nowhere in the Brooks Range, I can find the place inside of me that is calm, still and contented with a good rifle in hand whether in timber or high on a rocky outcropping.
