Ah the memories. I was about 5 or so when my dad got me my first gun. It was an EN Model 37 8-Shot snub nose revolver, and in my favorite color, blue with red accents. I can remember he brought me to the hunting camp, taught me the 10 commamdments of firearms, showed me how they work, and we shot at beer cans he had set up. For some reason I didn't hit any... I guess I thought I was shot back then. Those were the days. I still shoot it at the range every once and a while, but now I've figured out it's the gun(still can't hit anything with it). Sure people laugh at me, and my old fasioned gun, but it serves me well. Here are some pictures.
P.S. I'm probably going to get it rebarreled with something longer, and more accurate.
P.S. I'm probably going to get it rebarreled with something longer, and more accurate.