It all started for me about as simple as could be. When I was just a little fellow, my dad placed a little single shot .22 Winchester rifle in my hands and after a lecture and warning that this little gun was no Daisy Red Rider and could hurt or kill you if mishandled, it’s a wonder I was brave enough to carry it to the woods. But I did and actually shot a few squirrels with the .22. That little gun was extra special to me and I still have it.
With squirrel season opening this coming weekend – it
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