....and I was joking.
It was a common piece of equipment found hanging on the walls of small sporting/hardware stores back then.
Wasn't a camp, but the home of Roy and Kate. Back in a bit, up in Tidioute. They were friends of my Mom and Dad and the first place I Deer hunted. Named my Daughter after Kate. She usually got a Deer every year and not infrequently when looking up from doing the dishes while the rest of us were climbing the hills. Shot a model 94 .32WS.
Wasn't rare back then to see 100 in a day up in that country. Often times on opening morning a string of 30-50 would walk by. Will never see it's like again.
Once we were up there and she looked out and a Squirrel was hanging on the side of a tree. Out came the .22lr. She went out, picked it up and it became part of dinner.
