My father, a son of the Great Depression had two guns. One was a Savage 220A that he used for damned near everthing.... Pheasant, Grouse, Patridge as well as whitetail. The other an old Remington .22 single shot that he used for squirrels, woodchucks and other "critters".
Born in 1904, Dad grew up in the mountains within the coal mine country of East Tennessee, a rough and wild area as well as a terribly poor region. For him the most important thing was the shooting ability, not the number of shots. He once told me, "never shoot at an animal...... Shoot at the killing SPOT on the animal." Never forgot that...... even during my days in the Army, it served me well.
