Captcurt
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I was blessed to have been born in the 50's in a state where hunting was a way of life. My grandfather loved to squirrel hunt and let me tag along. I had a bb gun around age 10 that I killed flies with out in the chicken yard. Thinned over 30 mice out of our corn crib. I was 11 or 12 when he got me a 410. By age 13 I was hunting on my own. We didn't have many deer or turkeys in our area so I had to stick to small game. My closest friend's dad would get us a case of 22 ammo twice a year. He would get us 5000 rounds in the spring and we would shoot 2 or 3 boxes apiece every day that we worked seining crawfish which was 2 or 3 times a week from April into September. Then we would need another case to get us through the winter. When you shoot 5000 rounds a year you get pretty good. We did that for 4 years. I bought a used Marlin bolt gun when I was 15 for $27 and put a Weaver 6X rimfire scope on it. Anything within 75 yards was in peril of it's life. That little 22 was awesome.