In 1980, I was living in the District of Columbia, but needed some “country time,” so I bought a small cabin in Orange County, Va.
A new-car showing in Peoria, Ill., gave one family a brand-new Remington 870 Wingmaster they cherished for decades.
I was 12 years old in 1970 when my father was stricken with a brain aneurysm the day after Christmas. He had owned a 1950s-vintage Remington Model 722 chambered in .300 Savage, but, sadly, I was never able to hunt with him.
I was born in 1931 and grew up on a farm in south Mississippi. My dad was a sharecropper until I was in my teens during those very difficult times.