Glad to have jarred the memory. Sorry you were exposed to the dull wit of "El Chancho" in the course of it.
My Dad used a .410 single shot as a kid, a gun he called "an Ivory" if I recall correctly. Since he was in his early teens at the beginning of WWII, his problem was ammunition, not a repeater, a problem he clearly understood.
His "go-to" gun, during the war, was a single shot .22 rifle, and he did the majority of his hunting with it, hitchhiking out to what is now Coon Rapids, and back to the Frog Town area of St. Paul.
My Dad was raised by foster parents, and the supplimental protein he provided with crappies and sunfish through the ice, and rabbit, squirrels, and the occasional pheasant was well thought of by his family, especially early in the war years.
Best,
Ted
