"...under the age of fifteen years..?"An interesting comment from Skipper, telling of our innocent years. He wrote:
- I am not sure how long that legislation was in effect but I remember shooting at a very young age. In my mid teens my pal and I would walk down the streets of Trenton on our way to the "wood lots" across the border in Ewing where we hunted. Never a complaint from a neighbor, the breech being open and chamber empty and never being stopped by an officer.Tom, it is not imagination when we discuss how much things were better or the world more trusting then. It was.Can you remotely think of any car dealer leaving the keys in the cars at night and over the weekends? Well, McCafferty and the other dealers along South Broad Street sure did. Cold winter evenings would find us warming up a car to sit in while we munched those treats from that newly opened McDonald's place on Broad. Listen to the radio and don't leave a mess but pretending we were cool "driving" and who would ever dare do that today?At 12 I begged for my first gun but Mom would not hear of it. Dad was on the fence but in order to keep some sense of balance and harmony, Christmas morning found me taking the bow off my first genuine shotgun. A late 1800's flintlock "fowling piece" and she is a real beauty. I imagine in her day she did real well too. The following year I got a spiffy (but used), J.C. Higgins pump, not the Ithaca Featherweight that I used to visit at Lombardo's Capital Sporting Goods.Skipper
I am not sure how long that legislation was in effect but I remember shooting at a very young age. In my mid teens my pal and I would walk down the streets of Trenton on our way to the "wood lots" across the border in Ewing where we hunted. Never a complaint from a neighbor, the breech being open and chamber empty and never being stopped by an officer.
ReplyDeleteTom, it is not imagination when we discuss how much things were better or the world more trusting then. It was.
Can you remotely think of any car dealer leaving the keys in the cars at night and over the weekends? Well, McCafferty and the other dealers along South Broad Street sure did. Cold winter evenings would find us warming up a car to sit in while we munched those treats from that newly opened McDonald's place on Broad. Listen to the radio and don't leave a mess but pretending we were cool "driving" and who would ever dare do that today?
At 12 I begged for my first gun but Mom would not hear of it. Dad was on the fence but in order to keep some sense of balance and harmony, Christmas morning found me taking the bow off my first genuine shotgun. A late 1800's flintlock "fowling piece" and she is a real beauty. I imagine in her day she did real well too. The following year I got a spiffy (but used), J.C. Higgins pump, not the Ithica Featherweight that I used to visit at Lombardo's Capital Sporting Goods.
Skipper