KEEP OFF THE HOUSE!

A kid I knew in Brazil had the Rossi copy of that rifle. It was a sweet shooting rifle - until mud daubers plugged the muzzle and it rusted up. I cleaned it the best I could for him, but it never recovered it's gilt edged accuracy. Someday, perhaps, I'll pick up one of those. It's definitely on the "look out for" list. Real fun, slick shooting rifles they are.

I have inherited 2, a 1906 and a 62A. They were used mostly to kill groundhogs.

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Sincerely,

Hobie

I started dragging around a 1906 when it was longer than I was tall. When I finally grew up to it, Dad started letting me have ammo (shorts, of course). Mass quantities of walnuts, acorns, bottle caps, blue jays in the cornfield, and a few snapping turtles in the spring, went west in front of that little rifle. One night when I was a teenager, the sound of that action racking in the darkness instantly sobered up a drunk who had just proposed to beat the crap out of my father (Dad was just recovering from back surgery and wasn't up to his usual capability). I think I can safely say that little Winchester was a vital part of my growing-up.

It doesn't get shot much now, but it will never leave this place until they pat me in the face with a shovel, and I may just decide to take it with me.

Catoosa

I ended up with a Remington 121 pump that is a blast to shoot. Holds 17 rounds - seems like it never runs out. My non-gun person brother found it in the attic of an old farm house. Took it home and put a bullet through his privacy fence getting it out of his vehicle. He told me to come get it after that...