Winchester 94 30/30, first season I could deer hunt at 16. Day after Thanksgiving deer drives with family and friends, the rifle was my uncle’s but he didn’t want to go and let me use it. Popped a doe on the last drive.
Twenty some years later he passed away and my aunt gave me the rifle after finding out my history with it. A few years after that I took it out one afternoon with the idea of filling a doe tag for old times sake. About a half hour before sunset a coyote came cruising by, dropped the hammer on the gun for just the second time and had my second first.
