When I was a young pup,,,
When I was a young pup,,,
I would often get to spend a week or weekend with my great-uncle Bantie.
Bantie and Lou were childless themselves,,,
So they tended to dote on their nieces and nephews.
Bantie would stop off after work and get two six-packs of beer,,,
Then we would go out to the back yard with his pair of single-shot .22 pistols.
We would sit on this old log and Bantie would drink a beer,,,
Then he would toss the can out for me to shoot at.
I would kneel behind the log using it as a rest,,,
I'm pretty sure those pistols were break-open Stevens.
By the time I rolled the can too far for me to hit every shot,,,
Uncle Bantie would have finished another beer.
Aunt Lou would have to come and drag us in to eat dinner,,,
Those week and weekend visits were some of the high points in my childhood.
I had a black-white photograph she took of us out on that log,,,
It showed us from behind with me sitting next to Bantie,,,
His big old self and my tiny young self close together.
Very Norman Rockwell-ish,,,
I'm choking up a teeny bit remembering it.
I don't have any fond memories of my Dad and guns,,,
My Pop was a hunter as a child but never a recreational shooter,,,
Until we moved out in the country I had to beg him to take me shooting.
Same with my grandfather,,,
Target shooting was a waste of money.
You could either shoot or not,,,
Practice was irrelevant.
After we moved to the country things changed for me,,,
There was an old county dump close enough to bicycle to and from.
My old Winchester 1890 pump was essentially a single-shot,,,
Pop tossed the magazine rod when I bought it at a farm auction.
But I would collect soda bottles from the bar ditches for the deposit refund money,,,
On a good week I could get enough for 2 boxes of .22 shorts.
The rats at the dump were my favorite targets,,,
Mom would pack me a sack lunch of PB & J sandwiches,,,
Those and two mason jars of water and I was good for a
"safari".
Believe it or not my first actual date was at that dump,,,
I asked the cute little girl down the road if she wanted to go with me.
She said yes and borrowed a .22 rifle from her older brother,,,
Mom packed an extra special picnic lunch for us,,,
We were out there for several hours,,,
How's that for a first date.
You're gonna laugh at this,,,
I can't remember the little girl's name,,,
But even after 56 years I can remember her rifle,,,
It was a Remington Nylon 66 with a 2x scope mounted on it.
I was very envious of that gun.
Aarond
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