I started out with a Daisy model 25. I retrieved dove for my dad and dispatched the cripples along with the odd grasshopper and other targets of opportunity. I learned not to cock it until I was ready to shoot, then not to carry it around cocked. I really don't remember how old I was, but not yet 10.
My dad traded a .22 for my first shotgun, a J.C. Higgins 583 in 20 gauge. I sold it to my best friend in high school when I wanted a Remington 870 16 gauge. Sometime in our first year of marriage, I told my wife about it and wished I had it back. She called my friend, he got it back from someone he had sold it to, and now I have it again. After 37 years, I think I'll keep her.
I finally got a .410 single shot several years ago and enjoy shooting it every now and then.
Last edited by M&M; 06/02/08 10:42 PM.
