. . . once more; totin’ my old .44!
O.K., so it’s a new .44, but you get the idea. When I was a kid, there was only one thing I wanted to be, a cowboy. I wanted a six-gun, a lever-action rifle, and a horse so I could ride the range. Career options for cowboys being rather limited in West Tennessee, I went to college after high school and double-majored in English and Spanish. I then did the next logical thing and went to law school. Now, twenty-something years from graduation, I’m trying to save as much money as I can from teaching to get a six-gun, a lever-action rifle, and a horse so I can ride the range.
My dream got one step closer last weekend with the purchase of a Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 Magnum. I worked up a mild reload for it, and the Sporting Wife and I headed for the open range . . . the firing range. I am not ready for whitetail or outlaws, but at seven yards I am on paper and so is the missus. Cow-punchers we ain’t, but punching paper will do for now.
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1 Theresa // Jan 25, 2015 at 5:37 pm
So great to see you back! Yup, that’s exactly the .44 I found on the net.
Hey, don’t ever give up on your childhood dreams. They can come true!
PS Really enjoyed the Keith renditions!
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