longhair75
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I bought a .410 shotgun today. While walking through Cabela's today i saw one of these on the used rack:
I have a picture on the front of my small refrigerator of me and my then future brother in law from March of 1964. I was ten years old. He and my sister took me with them on a picnic out in the country. We flew kites and had a lunch. Then, he took his shotgun out of the trunk of the car and spent a couple of hours teaching me to shoot at cans he was throwing. This was the first time I had shot a gun other than a trip to the rifle range as a cub scout.
He and my sister were married shortly thereafter. Years later, he took his own son out to teach him to shoot at age ten, and gave him that shotgun at the end of that day. I called my nephew while I was buying the gun, and we talked about the good times with his dad.
I may never shoot this, but just the memories we shared today were worth the money I paid for the shotgun.
I have a picture on the front of my small refrigerator of me and my then future brother in law from March of 1964. I was ten years old. He and my sister took me with them on a picnic out in the country. We flew kites and had a lunch. Then, he took his shotgun out of the trunk of the car and spent a couple of hours teaching me to shoot at cans he was throwing. This was the first time I had shot a gun other than a trip to the rifle range as a cub scout.
He and my sister were married shortly thereafter. Years later, he took his own son out to teach him to shoot at age ten, and gave him that shotgun at the end of that day. I called my nephew while I was buying the gun, and we talked about the good times with his dad.
I may never shoot this, but just the memories we shared today were worth the money I paid for the shotgun.