Momma sewed a pocket into the bib of Daddy's overalls on the inside. He put a .357 revolver in the pocket when people drove up, and sometimes when he went to town. He always stood with his hands stuffed into the bib of his overalls when strangers drove up. He also made sure that none of us every told anyone about that. He was 84 years old when he passed in 1998, so I guess it's okay for me to tell it now.
I remember having a J.C. Higgins 12 gauge and a Marlin .22 hanging on the gun rack in the back window of my truck in the high school parking lot. You never knew when you and a buddy might get a chance to dove hunt, or squirrel hunt after school. I also remember playing mumbley peg all through school from the 1st grade to the 12th. Momma chided me when I came home with holes poked in my shoes and the occasional bloody sock.
Boy, times have sure changed.I'm still trying to get a feel for this forum. I've seen some posts here that make me shake my head. Iv'e also read some things here that will help me. By and large you seem like a great group of people, and I am learning to respect and value the efforts of Mr. Cotton. I will try to fit in.