Ah those crystal mornings, chuggin' up to Black Rock in the old olds.
Bundled next to my Dad in the front seat, knowing I'd freeze soon.
The anticipation as a 9 year old in the late fifties. Mickey Mantle,
Marilyn Monroe... When would Dad let me shoot a deer!
Yes, My first rifle deer each year is still taken with my Dad's Savage
model 99 F in .300 Savage. Incredibly accurate, powerful, and oh such a delight to take afield, with a tiny Leupold atop. The great Northeastern
deer rifle. (Seen it referred to as that often.. I concur)!
One shot every year (43 in its life), and it's polished and put away!
Actually it's handled quite a lot during the year... You know kinda to really feel my Dad's presence!