three things i learned not to do with my brand new stevens model 94c single shot 410, in the summer of '54, while roaming the swamps on the north shore of the altamaha river, north of jessup, ga...
- wounded a possum by shooting it with bird shot...fortunately a wild hog caught it and ate it, so it did not have to suffer to long due to my stupidity...
- while wading in knee deep water, tripped and jammed about four inches of the barrel of my stevens into the mud and decided to clean out the mud by shooting it out, which, peeled the barrel back like a banana...my dad cut it off with a hacksaw, squared it with a file and replaced the bead...good as new, except for no choke and a four inch shorter barrel...
- decided i now had a quail gun and so proceeded shoot into a covey at night on the ground...as i was using sixes, i managed to kill two...upon hearing this news, my dad took away my ammo, but still let me sleep with my 410, until he could teach me right from wrong...
later, traded the 410 for another gun ...wonder where that little stevens is now?
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