When my dad got back from the war come he didn't want to have anything to do with guns, and I don't blame him. from still I got a BB gun when I was eight, and when I was 12 I got a CO2 Benjamin. I wanted to shoot birds, and I wasn't allowed.
When I was 25, I took a wammo slingshot, and sat really still until a squirrel was 2 feet away. Then I missed, twice.
I didn't have money for gone till I was 32. I bought a post-64 Winchester model 70 in 30-06, and went after antelope Wyoming. I missed the first 12 shots, and connected with the 13th. Over the next seven years, I discovered that the radical was broken, the four and was rubbing on the barrel, the rings were loose, and the follower spring was weak. Of course, after I fix the gun and it was a tack driver, I got rid of it.
I have done more hunting with a side lock Thompson .50 than with anything else. I got it when I was 36. However, it's been replaced by my Savage.
Mostly, I hunt deer. I've taken five elk, and one Barbary sheep. The rest of the Barbary sheep are safe from me.
I hunt upland birds with the Ruger red label in 20 gauge. I hunt waterfowl with the Remington 1100 in 12 gauge.
I have several air rifles that I practice within the basement, but I haven't hunted birds with them. Yet.
I have two safes full guns, I love them all.
