By Mark Fike My mom had three of us boys. We all had guns and shot them regularly. She was used to, “Hey Mom, can you get my rifle in the rack; Yes, the one on the left.” Or, “Mom,…
By Mark Fike My mom had three of us boys. We all had guns and shot them regularly. She was used to, “Hey Mom, can you get my rifle in the rack; Yes, the one on the left.” Or, “Mom,…