Hello Gang,
I just want to share a story that makes me sad.
Years ago, nearly 40 in fact, I was given a lightly used Cooey 60 from a family friend. It was the most beautiful thing, and it was mine!
My Father, as a smart man and hunter for many years, taught me how to handle and shoot it safely. I cleaned and polished it after each outing. We had many fun days at the local Rod & Gun club shooting paper targets. Occasional visits to the farm to shoot tin cans and other skill testing objects are especially memorable. Though I never was a particularly good shot, I had a great deal of fun.
Then along came the Long Gun Registry.
The Cooey, though still shiny and loved, was rarely used. In my concern and paranoia about the LGR, I took my beloved Cooey to the local gun shop and sold it. It felt like I had taken my dog to the pound.
Well, that's my story. Thanks for allowing me to share it with you.
Red Flyer
I just want to share a story that makes me sad.
Years ago, nearly 40 in fact, I was given a lightly used Cooey 60 from a family friend. It was the most beautiful thing, and it was mine!
My Father, as a smart man and hunter for many years, taught me how to handle and shoot it safely. I cleaned and polished it after each outing. We had many fun days at the local Rod & Gun club shooting paper targets. Occasional visits to the farm to shoot tin cans and other skill testing objects are especially memorable. Though I never was a particularly good shot, I had a great deal of fun.
Then along came the Long Gun Registry.
The Cooey, though still shiny and loved, was rarely used. In my concern and paranoia about the LGR, I took my beloved Cooey to the local gun shop and sold it. It felt like I had taken my dog to the pound.
Well, that's my story. Thanks for allowing me to share it with you.
Red Flyer
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