My younger daughter's 12
th birthday is coming up in a few weeks. Traditionally in our family, 12 is the shotgun birthday. When my older daughter turned 12 I passed on the Stevens single shot .20 gauge I received on my 12
th birthday. The younger daughter informed me that she doesn't want a shotgun, she wants a rifle. She always has to be different. So, this weekend I picked up the Mossberg 702 Plinkster .22LR. She is about to be the proud owner of her very first scary black rifle.
Of course, that was before I knew that they also offered it in
pink. I see a paint job in her future.
Now I can't wait for her birthday, because I'm ready to head out and throw some lead down range. I haven't even shot the thing yet and now I want a .22 for me. I forgot just how much fun they are.
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