In 1972, I gave my Dad some money from trapping muskrats and raccoon to buy a Savage 34M 22 Magnum for me. I have to apologize to the woodchuck hunters of northern New York for the now, low populations of chucks. I showed them no mercy for several years with that little rifle and don't think the population ever fully recovered from my efforts. I still have the rifle today.
Chronographs, bore scopes and pattern boards have broke a lot of hearts.
