widnerkj
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When I was really young, with dad in the Air Force, living in base housing, and mom not working. (early 1980's) We really didn't have much. One year in particular, Dad ended up selling his hunting rifle to buy Christmas presents for my brother and I. Mom was pretty guilt stricken over that. So now once in a while, she will buy him a nice bolt action if she comes across something interesting. That's the back story. Fast forward a few decades, and mom comes across a Winchester Model 70 featherweight. So she picks it up for him. Funny thing is it's a .300 Weatherby Magnum. So dad calls it "The evil thing" in reference to the movie "the gods must be crazy." But wow, what a hunting rifle that thing is. Drops elk like an off switch, hits deer like god is angry with them. Really is the meat getter.
Dad shows up to visit on my birthday this year, and says. "You should have a rifle you don't shoot very much, but will turn off anything you point it at." So now I've got this fantastic hunting rifle. And I'll likely never change anything about it. Dad did swap out that super lightweight stock, for a Houge overmoulded one. And he included the reloading dies for it. All in all, I'm happier than I can recall any previous birthday.
Dad shows up to visit on my birthday this year, and says. "You should have a rifle you don't shoot very much, but will turn off anything you point it at." So now I've got this fantastic hunting rifle. And I'll likely never change anything about it. Dad did swap out that super lightweight stock, for a Houge overmoulded one. And he included the reloading dies for it. All in all, I'm happier than I can recall any previous birthday.