My mother's 1/2 were not hunters but also NOT anti guns/hunting.
My dad and his folks were hunters but the depression certainly hampered things.
My dad started me hunting squirrels and then to quail.
I was about 10 yo and he borrowed a customized 303 B from a long time friend. Dad stood it next to the front door the night before going deer hunting the next AM.
I remember it like it was last night. To a kid I thot it was the best looking gun I'd ever seen. Didn't know at the time, anything about the cartridge just a great looking rifle.
I've been a rifle nut (loony) ever since. My dad and that friend have been gone a long time now but NOT FORGOTTEN !!!
