Here's old son (aka Postoak Cowbow who lurks about the fire) who now owns my first '95 in 35 WCF, and a nice buck from last season he scored with it
Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."