When I turned 18, my parents took me to get my first gun in my own name. I had $400 birthday cash to buy whatever I wanted. Spent quite a few hours talking over just about every gun in the store with the owner. Showed me a very fine looking 7mm-08 that he'd picked up from the estate of his late friend's wife on consignment. Not sure of the make/model any more, but I always kick myself for passing it up when I think about it. I ended up getting a SKS and a Winchester 1300 Camp Defender (teenager, go figure huh? lol) Took lots of grouse with that 1300, and the biggest buck of my life so far with the SKS. Got in a tight spot 5 years ago and sold them both for what I paid for them. Don't really regret the 1300 too much, but had I known what a gem I had in that Russian, I'd still have it. On the plus side, my uncle still has both so I may eventually get them back lol