New to forum and am thoroughly enjoying this opportunity to revisit some of the best times of my life.
First any-gun for me was a Mossy mod 152, very early 50's, on working dairy farm in north Louisiana. Life was sweet with that best of all possession.
So much so that no farmer in the entire area ever needed to bury a dead cow, which in my objective view was obviously world class buzzard bait
. I'd haul 'em back on a flatbed trailer and place them logistically in heavily wooded areas on our property whereupon I endeavored mightily, year after year, to nail a buzzard in a fair fight. Might have tagged those suckers now and then but never saw one fall. To this very day I am convinced that it was the ever watchful sentinel buzzard, the one which perched high in a nearby tree keeping a wary eye for stealthily approaching punk-ass little kid armed with plink-power, who defeated me time after time when he gave the bug-out alarm to his feathered friends down in the bushes. The Mossy 152 was largely responsible for my treasured childhood call sign, Buzzard Bait, which has stuck to me even in this advancing stage of medicare eligible maturity.
Buzzard Bait (a/k/a Doc)