1966... It was Dad's Marlin 39. I was eight. He was doing what he could to get me prepared for two weeks at Summer Camp, where I was signed up for "rifle range", shooting .22 bolt rifles. Dad's a Korean War Vet, and gave me the "Marksman" medal he got when he was in the Army when I got back from Camp with a good grade in shooting. I still have it. God Bless America.
Les
Les