The title brought to my attention my 59 year old survival gun I still shoot today.
When I was 5 years old my Grand Father gave me a 22cal. bolt action Marlin rifle, just as he did all of his Grandsons.
I wasn't allowed to take mine out until my Brother John was old enought to take his out and he was two years younger.
This little 22 still will shoot the eye out of a chipmunk at 40 yards, and has had thousands and thousands of rounds shot through it.
If anything went really bad and I could only chuse one of the many firearms I now have to take with me.
It would be my 59 year old Marlin and as many 22 HP Remington Long rifle shells as I could carry.
“Every step we take towards making the State our Caretaker of our lives, by that much we move toward making the State our Master.” – Dwight D. Eisenhower