Uncle Norm
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The mention of sixteen bores has stirred a memory. When I was about fourteen (1964), I finally managed to persuade my Dad to come shooting with me on my Saturday afternoon walkabout. Dad was duly armed with Great Uncle's single barrel 'Knockabout' sixteen bore.
Now Dad had been a regular soldier from 1938 to 1946 and was not particularly enamoured with guns.
We walked together across a meadow, when a rabbit popped up on its haunches from a warren in the middle of the field. I saw Dad start to take careful aim but said ''Its out of range Dad''. He lowered the gun and gave me a puzzled look, saying ''but its only a hundred yards, how far can you shoot a rabbit with this then ?'' ''About forty yards'' says I.
''Well that's no bloody good is it'' Dad exclaimed in disgust. That was about the end of his shotgun shooting expeditions.
So there you have it 'sixteen bores are no bloody good'
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Now Dad had been a regular soldier from 1938 to 1946 and was not particularly enamoured with guns.
We walked together across a meadow, when a rabbit popped up on its haunches from a warren in the middle of the field. I saw Dad start to take careful aim but said ''Its out of range Dad''. He lowered the gun and gave me a puzzled look, saying ''but its only a hundred yards, how far can you shoot a rabbit with this then ?'' ''About forty yards'' says I.
''Well that's no bloody good is it'' Dad exclaimed in disgust. That was about the end of his shotgun shooting expeditions.
So there you have it 'sixteen bores are no bloody good'


