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Roaming the woods hunting with a pistol was a passion of mine in the late seventies.
Became a serious game stalker, good shot and fed Grandad a lot of fresh meat.
Nowadays I'd just as soon yell at the bunnies to stop eating the flowers and to get their fluffy little backsides out of the planters. I found white five gallon bucket lid frisbies to strike terror in their hearts. So much so that the white flash of a paper towel pulled from my pocket to blow my nose sent one scampering.
But thinking about it, doesn't seem as though anybody ever says much about hunting with their 1849 or 1851, '58 or '61.
So what's your take on it? Any interest out there in pot meat with a pistol?
Became a serious game stalker, good shot and fed Grandad a lot of fresh meat.
Nowadays I'd just as soon yell at the bunnies to stop eating the flowers and to get their fluffy little backsides out of the planters. I found white five gallon bucket lid frisbies to strike terror in their hearts. So much so that the white flash of a paper towel pulled from my pocket to blow my nose sent one scampering.
But thinking about it, doesn't seem as though anybody ever says much about hunting with their 1849 or 1851, '58 or '61.
So what's your take on it? Any interest out there in pot meat with a pistol?