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That shotgun is long gone.

I could only carry it when hunting with my dad. My dad and mom were divorced, so I have no ideai where that 20 gauge went. It was a single shot bolt action. My dad later gave me a 12 gauge pump one Christmas. I don't know what happened to that gun either. Shells were 11 cents back then. I bought a Remington semi-auto .22 with my own money. I still have that one. Cartridges in the day were 75 cents for a box of 50. I haven't shot it in many years. I need to clean it up for the coming war that I'm so afraid of.

I inherited my dad's Ruger Blackhawk .357, out of fear of course. It looks like something John Wayne would have carried. Dad called it his "hog leg" and carried it for rattle snakes when he went out on his property. It's in a drawer and I don't have any ammo for it. I sleep with a little Kimber .380 in the night stand out of fear of course. I'm pretty scared most of the time. I live in the middle of nowhere, but I'm expecting the crime wave to move this way next.


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