Gary Reeder
I often went with my Dad to Nashville on
Tuesday, August 31, 2021, 10:05

Saturday. When you lived out in the country it was something special to go "into town" on Saturday. We would go to Woolworth in downtown Nashville. Their sporting good department was in the basement. I assumed he was going to look at fishing gear as we did a lot of fishing together. When we got there there were several large piles of surplus rifles around the floor. He told me to pick one out. He mentioned my 16th birthday was coming up so pick one out. I chose a blond stock Remington 30-06 somebody had sporterized. I didn't know shit from shinola about rifles back then but I liked the looks of the gun. It was priced at $7.50 and boxes of ammo were $3 for hunting, $1.50 for the FMJ military stuff. When we got home he took the gun from me, took the magazine out of the gun and handed it back to me saying, one shot at a time. That was in 1961 and it seems that single shot way to hunt stuck with me thru the years.


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