I had a plethora of them....I guess my dad wanted to make sure I was always armed...I had a couple at grandpa's as well....no better feeling than a tube full of ammo, heading out for a "hunt"....I killed way too many animals....BUT I was young, and didn't care....the 60's is not the 20's!! when I was at the lake with grand pa....I'd bait the bream up with bred, then start firing!!! I only shot out 1 window....at the neighbors house....somehow, I got caught, and had to apologize in person, and pay reparation's.....I moved up to my dad's(now mine) #52. shooting CB caps....I cannot believe I drug that rifle all through the woods, and never screwed it up....
I did(by accident) shoot my best friend....he wanted to fight me, but I talked him into shooting me instead....we're still good friends today...60+ years later
well....that all I have to say about that....

:-)Rocky