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<blockquote data-quote="SCAgrannie" data-source="post: 2076886" data-attributes="member: 27405"><p>New here and interested in learning lots more about Rifles, guns and the 2nd Amendment. My folks always had guns, and one was a 22 Rifle that my Mom used to shoot squirrels and miscellaneous other critters, when I was a kid. </p><p></p><p>My favorite hunting memory was her sitting in a darkened room at an open window (no screen) elbow propped on the sill and rifle against the frame, shushing us kids to absolute silence. We waited and waited. A sudden crack, we all jumped, and Mom went out the door. Presently she returned with a squirrel, carried by the tail. "Find the bullet," she said. I looked for blood spots, the fur was smooth, unmarked. Finally I found the it. Buried in the left eye. The squirrel supplied meat for our meal that day. This was 60 years ago, a different age. Yep, I got to hold the critter while Mom skinned it.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SCAgrannie, post: 2076886, member: 27405"] New here and interested in learning lots more about Rifles, guns and the 2nd Amendment. My folks always had guns, and one was a 22 Rifle that my Mom used to shoot squirrels and miscellaneous other critters, when I was a kid. My favorite hunting memory was her sitting in a darkened room at an open window (no screen) elbow propped on the sill and rifle against the frame, shushing us kids to absolute silence. We waited and waited. A sudden crack, we all jumped, and Mom went out the door. Presently she returned with a squirrel, carried by the tail. "Find the bullet," she said. I looked for blood spots, the fur was smooth, unmarked. Finally I found the it. Buried in the left eye. The squirrel supplied meat for our meal that day. This was 60 years ago, a different age. Yep, I got to hold the critter while Mom skinned it. [/QUOTE]
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