Col. Plink
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It was a convoluted story when it happened, but has taken a better turn as of yesterday.
The man who was like the only grandfather I knew gave me his Remington 77 when I was about 15. My dad is not a shooter, and one time when I was 16 or 17 coming back from an overnight at a friend's ranch I let another 'friend' hold onto my rifle so my dad wouldn't see me with it. In short, he pawned it. I never saw it again.
It can't be replaced, but I have found one just like it in trade and will cherish it and think of Doc when I'm plinkin'. It's not the same rifle, but it's as close as I can get.
The man who was like the only grandfather I knew gave me his Remington 77 when I was about 15. My dad is not a shooter, and one time when I was 16 or 17 coming back from an overnight at a friend's ranch I let another 'friend' hold onto my rifle so my dad wouldn't see me with it. In short, he pawned it. I never saw it again.
It can't be replaced, but I have found one just like it in trade and will cherish it and think of Doc when I'm plinkin'. It's not the same rifle, but it's as close as I can get.
