I wanted to share a story that started 28yrs ago. When I was young and started to hunt we didn't have a lot to hunt with as times were tough. My dad had a 270 that he used for deer and that left me with a rem700 .222 that one of his friends let me "work" to make payments for. I cut grass, raked leaves and did a bunch of yard work for him and his wife, but I had my very own gun at the end of summer. I used it for everything, ground hogs, fox, coon, and deer. I used it for years and never lost a deer with it, I used 60gr sierra hp and 3031. After a few years I started to work at a real job and wanted a bigger gun. In a dumb move I traded I for $300 twards a ruger 25/06. I never liked that gun as much as the one I let go. Fast forward 25 years. I have a great family and a good job. Now I wanted my little 222 back. I searched high and low, looked at every gun show and watched the forums. Finally after a few years of searching I found a 1966 rem700 in my beloved .222. I had to have it, after sending my funds and a ffl to texas I started the long wait, I think I was worse than a kid at Christmas. I got the call and I went to pick up the little bit of my youth. I just couldn't wait to go shoot it, and to make things even better I had the powder, cases and 27slugs from when I had my original gun. I loaded them up and boy it shoots great. I had to hunt deer again with it so today after work I grabbed it and a hunting I went. After about a hour 3 doe came out into the cut and started feeding. I watched them for 5 minutes or so and decided to take the large doe. I put her in the scope and settled the crosshairs on her front shoulder. At the pop of the shot she jumped and ran about 20yds before piling up. When I walked over to get her I felt like I was 12yrs old again, if only for a second.
The moral of my little story is don't sell your favorite gun, EVER.
The moral of my little story is don't sell your favorite gun, EVER.
