IT feels like I have been reading Sporting Shooter since Nick began writing, though I'm not as old as him. I mean, who is? But I'm catching up! Mick’s editorial, or challenge, in the December issue got me thinking. ‘Indulging’ may be a better word.
My shooting background began in 1962 when, as a 15-year-old Pommie migrant, I was brought to Sydney through the auspices of the Big Brother Movement, which found me a farm to commence work on. I had a short two-week stay on their Calmsley Hill Farm at Fairfield, which is still operating today.
While there, monies changed hands between me and the manager, and I became the very proud owner of a Winchester Model 61 .22 pump-action takedown rifle. It accompanied me on my journey from Central…
