Location, Location, Location.
Vent ribs existed in '55, no doubt, so did indoor plumbing, just not everyone had indoor plumbing .
Sears Roebuck vs Montgomery Ward Catalogs.
Now thems were the days of quality debates I tell ya. *grin*
Always one in the bunch, always one had to mention corn cobs for use in the out house...
Yeah, folks talk about getting roughage in diets? They have no idea what roughage is...
How raised, parented, and mentored is not unlike a lot of folks and it would scare the weebie-jeebies out of some Pro gun folks today and for damn sure Anti-Gunners.
Vent Ribs?
Other than a rib going down in between the middle of a Side-by-Side, don't recall one.
Mentors & Elders , ladies and gents, had all sorts of background and experiences.
Some around here know of these, and won't toss out information as some would take it as me bragging, or trying to impress folks.
Just these folks had real world experiences, leave it at that.
Some were hustlers, and I do mean damn good ones at that.
Old truck, puffing blue smoke, hitting on 5 cylinders instead of 6 like it was supposed too...
Pitiful looking...well...it sorta resembled a gun case, what was left of one anyways.
Postage string , rawhide strips, boot lace, kept ...well, it did resemble a shotgun, no beads, much less a vent rigb and them shells?
Wax and tape kept the pellets from spilling out.
I'd get to hold the cigar box while "bidness" was transacted.
"What did you learn Young-un?" - Mentors always asked me that question.
"Them folks with fancy cars, clothes, shotguns and store bought shells sure do step-n-fetch when they get beat" - I replied.
Pretty special getting to go to Mom&Pop Dairy Bar.
Old boy done got another bit of land to add to his he already had.
His "ma" looked good in her new car - paid cash for.
Hustlers, who earlier in life had used country boy and girl skill sets to go through hell, meet the devil and spit in his eye, and come out of hell.
Others too, and these folks, - like I've said before, no gun schools back in the day and truth is, some would have a conniption fit as to how lessons were done back then.
Safety? Yes.
Safety is between the ears, not on a safety on a gun , lock on a knife, or anything else.
Hot range and shotgun safeties were removed on purpose.
Kids parented, and mentored, none of the damn Government's business on how to raise a kid, or mentor to one.
Honest to goodness, folks have shown up full of piss and vinegar and decide not to join us.
Fine, we invited them out, as we damn sure were not going to shoot where they did.
They were into equipment, gidgets, gadgets and gee whiz.
*shrug*
We offered...
Rebel I am, I started shooting that .22 revolver at age 3 grandma put in my dresser drawer crib when I was brought home.
Then I learned on .22 rifles and these had no sights.
Then the little shotgun my size with no vent rib, or beads.
BB Gun next.
Rebels don't do like most folks do.
Grandma and other Mentors & Elders saw to that and "normal?" who really knows what "normal is?"
Still don't, reckon I never will...
Now an old boy about age 90, best guess, said he felt age 16, just his body argued at times, got a wire hose clamp and put on his shotgun.
Actually two, one in front and one near the back.
"What the hell you doing?" Folks asked "You ain't gonna use that get up for slugs on deer are you?"
"Hell no, I might be old I ain't stupid!
"Then what on earth ..."
"Just shut up and pay attention and learn something will ya?"
Just two little "Y's" on a plain barrel and he shot 50/50 and took some money.
Two weeks later the city slickers were seen on the range with little "Y's" on their shotguns too.
They were putting candle wax on the crimp of new store bought shells too...
"Nope, wax ain't for keeping pellets in, increases the velocity so one hits faster and better" - 90 year old had "let slip out".
He turned 101, and he ran 25/25 and I was shooting with him.
He went to sit, and get into the brownies again...
I stayed to shoot.
I took off my left shoe and the other folks glanced back at 'em and snickered.
I shot 25/25 with my left shoe off and in sock feet.
The others ran 23, or 24.
"Young-Un, it is my B-day, just what they hell were you doing out there?"
"Messing with their mental game"
"What damn fool taught you that?"
"You for one sir".
<laugh>
"Damn smart fool ain't I?" he continued with "You do realize you ain't gotta bead on that gun?
(plain barrel)
"Oh hell! Don't ya know if'n you reload them beads in shot, you get that 'golden bb dealie?" - I said
"Don't say, damn, 101 and still learning..." *wink*
It is all good, just some is more gooder than others is all.
*grin*
