Winchester Model 42 - even though Dad "cruelly handicapped" me with a .410 (H&R Topper), I somehow managed to kill pheasants. When I saw a 42, I fell in love.


Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.

Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)

Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.