Gary Reeder
growing up it was pounded into my thick skull
Friday, March 27, 2020, 16:49

to make every shot count, never spray & pray. When I turned 16 my Dad took me to Woolworth in downtown Nashville. Their sporting goods department was in the basement. There was a big stack of military rifles in the middle of the floor in 30-06 sale priced at $12.50. Dad told me to pick out one. There was one with a blonde stock, already sporterized. I got that one and a box of FMJ ammo. When I got home Dad took the rifle and took the follower and magazine spring out so it only held one round. That is probably what got me into the one shot train of thought. He also stressed to me to never leave a wounded animal in the field. I have tried to live up to that rule and as far as I know I have never left a wounded animal out there.


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