Dad hated guns, they were a necessary evil that allowed him to hunt. We had a 22 for small game and a Marlin 30-30 for deer, and they were hidden most of the year, fired only to zero and at appropriate game. We had a bit put back by my desire to shoot and know about guns. I wound up hunting to shoot guns, and then shooting, reloading, etc took over. Come to think of it, I did a lot of things he didn’t agree with, but he still accepted me for who I am. I miss him, and still try to hunt with his old Marlin every year on the anniversary of his death, he died carrying the Marlin while hunting.
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