My grandpa and a couple uncles, not very wealthy ones at that, scraped up to get me a brand new Marlin 336T for my 14th Christmas. Not only has that little rifle been all over the place with me but when my best friend broke the stock on his rifle he killed his first ever buck with it. I swear I would shoot a man in the back that was running off with that thing. It is WAAY more than just metal and wood to me.


If there's one thing I've become certain of it's that there's too much certainty in the world.