Nick, we all had rifles & shotguns in the window of the truck, knives in our pockets. We didn't even have to lock up the tools in shop class, or locks on our book lockers, it was a great time. I can say it was good old days, never would I have ever believed we would end up where we are today.
There was another 45-70, a 243. & the shop teacher built a .308. It was a great learning experience, we used the metal lathe, had to build the barrel vise, action wrench, learn how to headspace. Wood tools to inlet the stock, acraglass the barreled action into the stock, sand & finish stock. Drill & tap for scope mounts, great all-around learning project. Weaver K-4 scope as I remember my shop bill was $115.00. The shop teacher had the blueing vat & did the blueing.
Yes, those
were good ol' days, Siggy. You're making me drool right now with all the stuff you did in high school. I'm not boo-hooing, but I didn't really enjoy my school days - with neat metal shop classes like you had. That would have been right up my alley, and I would have LOVED to learn all that neat stuff in high school. Alas, my parents sent me to a fancy, all-guys Catholic prep school, where the wicked old nuns smacked me bald-headed and drove me half crazy - while you were building rifles.
My outlet for that stress generator was to go home after school, grab the old model 12, and let Ginger ( the cutest little Brittany you ever saw ) out of the pen and go chase some fezzinks. If my uncle had gotten home before I did, Ginger would already be gone - so I'd go out solo and chase bunny-rabbits.
Something was going to feel the sting of an ounce of #6's, by God. Busting cottontails out of brush piles was the perfect way to keep an unruly teenager out of trouble, and I only had to walk about ten minutes from home to be right in the middle of a grown-over old farm that was
loaded with animals.
We didn't have any deer close to home in those days, but small game was
EVERYWHERE. Deer hunting required a short road-trip up into the Alleghenies, where we had a hunting camp with a bunch of guys. That was great fun, but it was a bit of a production. The small game hunting right out the back door was really my bread & butter, though. We also tormented the hell out of the woodchucks in the fields all summer, even after I had started working a regular job ( which happened around age fourteen.) I remember keeping the old .308 on the rack in the job truck ( well away from the cement-finishing tools ) and popping a few 'chucks on the way home from the job site on
many occasions.
Most people would think that working as a kid would get in the way of hunting, but it wasn't that way at all. The jobs took me to places where I stumbled across some wonderful outdoor opportunities, in places I wouldn't have been otherwise. I just had to keep my eyes open and pay attention, and be ready to capitalize on an opportunity when one presented itself. ( I shot a couple of big fat does one time in brushy field next to a gravel pit, while my buddy was trying to get the loader started to load up the dump-truck for me. We got our job done before the snow shut us down, and my mother got her freezer-full of bambi-burgers.)
The woodchuck hunting was what really sparked my interest in rifles & handloading, and shooting at long-ish ranges. I retired recently, and I'm just now getting back into handloading - after a twenty year hiatus. ( I didn't put my hunting on the back burner - I've just been doing it with factory loads. ) Now that handloading is back in my program, I'm having a grand ol' time learning new stuff, buying new tools, and getting schooled up on how to use them. This forum has been
VERY helpful - there's a lot of talent on tap here, and everybody is willing to share their expertise. I greatly appreciate that. This forum also doesn't have as many know-it-alls as some of the others, and that's a good thing. Reading some guy pontificating about this or that gets old pretty quick, and I've had quite enough of that while I was still working. It's been great connecting with you about something that is kind of an "aside" to that. Thanks.