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we went to two differnt places to shoot. one was about 3miles out of town. a pig farmer would tell us when he was going to lock the pigs out of the barn/lean to. and he wanted us to come out and shoot rats. that was so much fun. the other place was about a mile out of town at the juncture of a creek and small river. like you there would usually be 4 or 5 of us walking through town with either our 22s or shotguns of various gauges. nobody ever gave us a 2nd look. this would have been late 70s to mid 80s. oh my 22 was my dads old stevens 87a that i still have, he died in 1995. still shoot that gun and will always be my favorite no matter how many parts i replace lol
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