WHEN GUN SPEAKS
Do you remember your first gun? Now, I’m not talking about the make and model … that’s almost irrelevant. I’m talking about really remembering that gun, such as the first time you wrapped your fingers around the forend, or exactly how you felt the first time you pressed your cheek against her stock. I consider myself lucky enough to have two. The first was a Daisy Eagle 0.177-caliber pellet gun that hung above the cash register at the local farm and fleet. Of course, none of that actually mattered then. It was black and sleek and scoped, and I was an 8-year-old boy who immediately fell in love. If I had to guess, Dad and I were in that store about once a month, and I’d go straight to her. Every time. I…