Philthunder
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When I was young 8, my friends dad used to go over the fields behind us and come back with rabbits. It gave me a hankering to do the same. Eventually I persuaded my dad to buy me a gun, I think it was a Diana smooth bore, which fired cat slugs. Probably not allowed to mention any association to cats these days
woke ahoy! Anyway no cats were harmed but a few birds payed the price, toy cars, flowers, and bee's. Eventually the barrel pivots started to crack and then bend, and a Diana ? replaced it. I usd to shoot targets on the garden shed, but eventually dad said no more, after he had to replace the wood paneling, eaten away by the pellets. That's when accurate target shooting started with a proper backstop. As I got older and wiser, my mum's friend's son offered to take me game shooting on a farm with a 12 bore.
Saturday morning at the crack of dawn, stationary rabbit in the pot, followed by one running. Remembering something about leading, to allow travel time of the shot, I managed to down it. So far so good. Walking further over the fields we came upon a large pond, when two woody's started heading towards us. Took one shot, missed and as it was nearly overhead, to a quick second. Head over heels into the pond, managed to keep the gun dry though. Covered in mud and algy, I like the creature from the black lagoon.
That started my real love of guns and air guns, though being a good with a shotgun, it never caught my imagination. Though I have entered a few shoots in the past, just to tag along with friends. And when I say I dont shoot shotguns, some get a little miffed when I beat them. Well it seemed easier than running deer or boar.
Saturday morning at the crack of dawn, stationary rabbit in the pot, followed by one running. Remembering something about leading, to allow travel time of the shot, I managed to down it. So far so good. Walking further over the fields we came upon a large pond, when two woody's started heading towards us. Took one shot, missed and as it was nearly overhead, to a quick second. Head over heels into the pond, managed to keep the gun dry though. Covered in mud and algy, I like the creature from the black lagoon.
That started my real love of guns and air guns, though being a good with a shotgun, it never caught my imagination. Though I have entered a few shoots in the past, just to tag along with friends. And when I say I dont shoot shotguns, some get a little miffed when I beat them. Well it seemed easier than running deer or boar.