I bought my first rifle in 1964, when I was 14 years old. It was a 303 British Lee Enfield, military issue from WWII. I purchase it from the army surplus store for $25, which seemed to be a lot of money at the time. I was so proud of that gun. It was banged up and slightly tarnished. The iron site on the front was bent and I had to pretend it was sticking up so I could shoot straight. But it was my gun.
That year, 14 of us ventured out to the woods for the beginning of the hunting season. Back then, deer season was 3 days and if you saw something, you better shoot. Otherwise, you might not have another chance. Out of everyone, I managed to get 2 deer and 2 fox. I was the only one to get anything that year.
It’s been a long time since I’ve fired my trusty rifle. For the past years, it sat in the back of the gun storage. I could only imagine what that gun has gone through in its lifetime. I sure if it could talk, it would have amazing stories to tell. It’s one of my favorite guns.
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