In 1981 my Dad bought a Remington 7600 in .30/06, topped it with a Leupold 2x7 and promptly stuck in the gunroom and forgot about it. Fast forward to 1984, when I was finally old enough to go up to the deer camp in the Upper Peninsula and I needed a rifle. That rifle has been with me ever since and has been to Alaska, Africa and New Zealand. From Michigan to Montana to now on the Eastern Shore, if I felt comfortable with the shot, this rifle has never let me down.
Whether it's in a blind with a Lab by your side, in a kayak in the marsh or river, on a horse in the mountains or up in a tree nothing beats the outdoors for putting food on the table
