Posted April 20, 2016 12:00 pm by Comments

By Dan Zimmerman

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By Tim Going

Like most Mandalorian children (hey if Rachel Dolezal can identify as black, then I can identify as Mando, cin vhetin ner vod), I began accompanying my father to the battlefield at the age of eight. And by battlefield, I mean the deer woods. At the time, I remember there being nothing in the world as cool as dad’s Remington 700 in .30/06. It was the epitome of a deer rifle, after all, on the third day God created the Remington bolt-action rifle, so that Man could fight the dinosaurs. (And the homosexuals). But, like many middle-lower class families, times got tough and the rifle was sold to help make ends meet . . .

The greatest gun ever made?

For many years, dad borrowed rifles for hunting season, a 6mm Woodsman, a Model 70 .243, and a few others depending on what he could get. So when I became old enough, and financially stable enough to buy guns, one of the first I bought was a new rifle for him. Ya see kids, my father had never owned …Read the Rest

Source:: Truth About Guns

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