I started because I was told no. As a 16 year old I was offered my late grandfather's winchester u/o shotgun when he was no longer able to use it. My father being anti firearms politely told him no and there would be no firearms under his roof. To this day I regret never being able to have that winchester.
Fastforward to 19 and I got my fal, bolted a rifle rack to a wall in a wardrobe and bought my 1st browning. Things were simpler even then. I got my 1st ducks with my maxus and got to show grandad before he passed, the smile on his face will stay with me.
Since then rifles have come and gone but now that I'm hooked on reloading I tend to hang onto them if I can. (Never sell an accurate rifle).I've spent a bit of time in the ruahines and kawekas and cant wait to do more.
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