A few years ago my old Dad & I headed out for a stroll in the pine forest. Purely to humour him I dug out and brought along the 1895 Lee Enfield carbine that his uncle carried in the Boer War, passed on to Dad and then to me, pretty much original and still with open ramp sight. Loaded up 'just in case'. Lo and behold an unwary 180lb boar wandered across our path, Dad elbowed me and squirmed with excitement, the .303 spoke and down went the pig. Dad hooted & hollered & danced and almost wept with joy. A good moment.
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