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Ronís dad dies in 1946, when Ron is eleven. In 1948 his mom remarries a wonderful man who loves Ron and they are forever best of friends. We all move into a nice house in a fairly new subdivision in Huntsville. Yes, even at age13 there is still an adventure or two to report.
Adventure of Ron Huckelberry...#20 Ron finds two rifles
Naturally Ron wants to explore the unknown in their new home. There is no basement, but the attic is quite large. Ron easily pulled the drop-down stairs down and entered the attic to look around. There in the open lay two beautiful weapons.
Ron carefully carried them down stairs and placed them in the living room, so he could show them to his step day that evening.
Ronís mom was not happy about the weapons and at first threatened to call the police and have the picked up. With Ronís persuasion she didnít. That evening he step dad explained that one was a 22 cal and the other was a 410 shot gun/22 cal (over and under). He too was proud of the guns and explained to mom that a gun alone is not dangerous.
Ronís new dad agreed to take the guns to Little Town on their next visit. He told Ron that the guns would be left with Ronís uncle (Auntieís husband) and that he felt certain he would properly show Ron how to care for and shoot the guns.
On the next visit Ronís new dad did just as promised and Uncle Hardie soon took Ron hunting.
He showed me how to clean and care for weapons and spent a lot of time on safety. We then went to the farm and he taught me how to hunt rabbits and squirrels. I fired about 30 rounds at one squirrel and all this little guy did was peep from one side of the tree and then the other asking me to fire one more time.
(C) GENE HUDGENS
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