Nope, dad had a Stevens pump shotgun and a converted 98K Mauser that he would sight in over the car hood minute of cardboard box and good enough. He went to deer camp just because his Masonic buddies did and partied. At least his buddy was a gun guy who gave me his old shooting magazines. That .22 rat shooting brings back the memory of my best shoot ever. A buddy in school found me in the cafeteria and asked what I was doing that night? We drove a hundred miles to shoot rats all night in a Milwaukee dump that he knew about. His wife drove around in the huge dump and we sat on the hood shooting rats lit up in the headlights.
My other auto is a .45
The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory
