Old friend lent me a G in 300 Savage with an aperture site for some of my marsh hunting this past season, along with a few rounds of ammo. Took a small buck with it. Absolutely a pleasant gun to carry. When I returned it a few days ago, he gave it to me. I'm kinda speechless. Santa couldn't do better.
Imagine your grave on a windy winter night. You've been dead for 70 years. It's been 50 since a visitor last paused at your tombstone..... Now explain why you're in a pissy mood today.
