Guns IX

This would be my very first firearm. Given by my dad, about age 6 or so. I couldn't dream of counting all the rounds that have been through it. Lots of memories there. Like riding 2 miles on bikes with a friend during the summer (gradeschool-aged)... dad must have been at work... into town to the hardware store where I bought two hundred rounds of ammo for (I think) $2. Then riding back with it. Kinda silly, since he kept all the guns locked up so I had to wait for him to get home before I could even ask to shoot it. At least I was ready if he said "yes", I suppose.