My Dad was not a gun guy like I am, but he appreciated guns. Had an H&R 999 .22 revolver, his Dad's. 22 special pump, and a M99 .300 Savage, all open sighted. He shot very well; I watched him shoot quite a few raccoons, skunks, and a couple badgers that were bothering chickens and graneries on the farm. He thought that ne could kill anything that walked with that .300, and I believed him. Dad supported my interest, and I still remember the thrill when he woud let me shoot the H&R or the .22 special. My Mom's brother, my Uncle Bill, was the one who really took me under his wing with hunting. Growing up on a farm in eastern MT, all I had to do was step out of the house, walk past the corrals, and be hunting. It was a good childhood.
Last edited by 300_savage; 07/04/21.
