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Originally Posted by grog18b
I was never happier as a child, as I was when my father bought me a gun rack for my room. I was 12 and started hunting that year. The rack held three long guns and had sliding drawers on the bottom for boxes of ammo. No locks needed or warrented. We were simply taught to respect weapons, and when to use them, and to never play with them. I had a 22 rifle for small game, 16ga dbl barrel, and 32 win spcl for deer. The rack was full, and I didn't need or want anything else.
That, my friends, was freedom.
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Same for me, though I was 11. Three weapons were in it: Savage .22 slide action (octagonal barrel), Stoeger Arms .22 bolt action, with bird shot adapter, and my first 'rifle': Daisy Red Ryder lever action "you'll shoot your eye out" (though I never did) BB gun.
I was free to go whenever I wished, accompanied or alone. I had to seek permission to access my step-dad's Remington 12 guage, and rarely did.
Birds in the barn were dispatched with the BB gun. Rabbits and other vermin in the growing Christmas trees were dispatched with .22 birdshot. Squirrels felt the wrath of the Savage. (No scopes... couldn't afford one, and would have laughed at anyone having one...)