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Nov 2017
The walnut stock had several light nicks,
and a few rust spots were sprinkled the barrel.
It was old but still functioned flawlessly.

Time didn’t degrade the accuracy very much.
For many seasons it took game without a single failure.
The sons of three different generations knew the rifle well.

It got sold to a pawnshop for one hundred and fifty bucks to buy some ****.
Written by
TexasRambler  M/TX
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