I was just reminiscing with an old timer.
I remember being 12 years old, my brother was 10. He and I both grabbed our .22 rifles, filled our pocket with shells and walked through our neighborhood toward our rabbit hunt in the woods at the edge. No one had to tell us to keep it pointed in a safe direction, and as we walked through the residential neighborhood, people on their porches smiled and called out something about catching dinner for mom. It's like they were proud to see two young American rifleman taking care of business.
These days I don't think I could walk through the neighborhood with a .22 rifle, let alone my 12-year-old boy, and we live in the country! Only about 30 years ago, but my, how times have changed!
I remember being 12 years old, my brother was 10. He and I both grabbed our .22 rifles, filled our pocket with shells and walked through our neighborhood toward our rabbit hunt in the woods at the edge. No one had to tell us to keep it pointed in a safe direction, and as we walked through the residential neighborhood, people on their porches smiled and called out something about catching dinner for mom. It's like they were proud to see two young American rifleman taking care of business.
These days I don't think I could walk through the neighborhood with a .22 rifle, let alone my 12-year-old boy, and we live in the country! Only about 30 years ago, but my, how times have changed!




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