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Interesting, I also grew up on a farm on the big lake in Florida, Okeechobee . We had no deer around but plenty of other things. My grandfather was a field foreman for a large farming outfit, besides having his own farm. So on pay day, he carried a handgun while paying the farm hands in cash, at a little wood table, in the field.
I learned how to shoot with that handgun when I was 5 years of age. He also had a 510 Remington SS 22 rifle that hung on shaved willow forks over the bedroom door. The single barrel Stevens 12ga stood behind the bedroom door. Ducks mostly fell to the Stevens and the 22 rifle dispatched everything from cows, hogs, rats, bob cats, to my early wing shooting.... English sparrows in the chicken yard, on the wing, with rat shot.
Somehow the handgun got away, my grandfather must have sold it when I was off somewhere, but today I have his original 510 Remington and the Stevens 12ga which no one including me wants to shoot, ever again. It is the version with the hollow plastic butt and forearm. It will raise blood blisters.
Today my four grand kids all have a 510 Remington as their first rifle. Guns I have bought and fully restored to as new condition.
Ed
I guess we are a dying breed guys.... not many toady are raised on a farm.
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