Short story: A guy came into the store one Saturday morning and wanted to buy a 10-22 for his young lad. I tried rather strongly to dissuade him and to buy a bolt-action instead. But he insisted and went home with a nice Ruger.
Monday he was back, asking to trade the 10-22 on the bolt action I had recommended. I asked why.
"Well, I took him out Saturday afternoon for his first shooting lesson. On his third shot, he managed to hit the pop can I had set out, and he immediately swung around and yelled 'I hit it Dad!' And there I was staring down the muzzle of that rifle with seven rounds ready to go, and my boy quivering with excitement - finger tight on the trigger. Where's that bolt gun?"
Sounds like a really sharp kid.
Travis
