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into the package like it was a special toy for a reborn child, for that's precisely who I was. I had chosen the .177 caliber instead of the .22, but for no particular reason. It came with a matching 3-9 x 40 scope that was remarkably clear. The next morning I set up my Lead Sled and began tuning the gun. I quickly discovered that this was a truly superb weapon that, of course, demanded the same rigor and attention-to-accuracy and safety as any other firearm. I had ordered a first-timer's array of pellets of varying weights, shapes, and constructions, and by lunchtime I had settled on Gamo's Red Fire pellets with their diamond- shaped, hard polymer tip as the most consistent and accurate. The next morning at first light, the new gun and I headed back up to the top of the same ridge where I had been walking when my heart had first decided to protest its lifetime of inattention. I immediately found myself reverting to those same basic hunting instincts that had first begun evolving as a child up in Brewster Hollow, listening and watching for the subtle rustle of leaves and the telltale squacking of distant prey. And the squirrels were there. At first I found myself being a little careless and shooting at the whole animal; but soon I disciplined myself to concentrating on head shots, like I always had with my 22 rimfires. Eventually I began treating the diminutive squirrels as though they were a fine big buck or grand bull elk, and slipping the shots in behind their shoulders. It was as supremely fulfilling a day of hunting as I have ever experienced for any prey, anywhere – the indescribable pleasure of that first time back in the woods with a rifle in my hands. By day's end, my game pouch was pressing pleasantly into the small of my back, and I was very tired. And as I made my way off the ridge, I found myself eagerly anticipating breakfast the next morning and the blissful taste of biscuits and gravy and the savory delight of those golden crisp squirrels. But I also found the aging man in me basking in those blissful days of childhood, hunting with my father, until I finally called to him in a voice I hoped he would hear, "Hey Dad, I'm coming – wait for me!" Note: To check out Gamo's extensive line of firearms, ammunition, accessories, and optics, visit www.gamousa.com. Or call (954) 581-5822. The author always welcomes and appreciates your comments, questions and input. Please keep in touch at Mike@AltizerJournal.com. S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 3 0