My freshman year of college was short on funds and grub.
I worked at a grain elevator after classes and the boss saw me buying a sack of rolled oats from the bookkeeper.
He just shook his head when I told him they were for oatmeal when he asked what I was going to use them for. The next day he stopped me as I was going home and handed me a Winchester model 24 and a box of shells. Told me I would find plenty of squirrels, rabbits, ducks and pheasants on the river bottom. I still grin a bit when I remember him telling me that no one would ever hold it against a hungry man if he arkansawed anyone of them.
I stayed around when school let out to work for him most of that summer and paid him 25 bucks for it. I used that gun for years.
The next man I went to work for taught me my trade, but old Dewey with his generosity, taught me to love SxSs.
