My dad was an excellent hunter, but not a gun guy. The only rifles he owned were a Model 94 Winchester in .30-30, which only came out for his annual deer, and a .22 pump. He taught me to shoot and the ethics of hunting, the way the Indians did. If you were worthy, an animal would present itself to you. He taught me to never kill an animal you didn't intend to eat, and to try to use the whole animal, tan the hide and use it to make something useful, etc.


"There's more to optics than meets the eye."--anon

"...most of us would be better off losing half a pound around the waist than half a pound on our rifle."--dhg