Hunting and shooting sports have been a major component of my life starting when my Dad and I would head out to a particular spot in the Horse Heaven Hills of Eastern Washington where people would dump cars and trash along with the occasional animal carcass (boy did they stink). Finding bottles and cans for targets was never a issue. With my trusty Marlin 39a and a couple boxes of .22 LR ammo we'd plink away until it was time to head home. Many of us share the same memories. Thanks for the opportunity to join the Team.