I was a homesteaders' kid in the early 60s. I guess you know guns were part of our everyday lives. No one went out without one unless they were newcomers. Dad got me a 284 when he found I was sneaking off fishing unarmed because the 3006 was too cumbersome for a ten year old to be bothered with. He never let us have scopes, he knew us too well for that. "First thing you'll do is hit that scope and knock it out of line. Use the sights."  A lot of people disliked the 284, in fact they quit making it, but in all these years I've never missed an animal I shot at.  Granted, Dad told us to "never shoot at anything you aren't prepared to eat." so I haven't shot scores of animals. Well, maybe rabbits. We did have a 348 my uncle insisted we bring when we moved to Alaska but no one ever shot it except Mom. She grabbed it by mistake when there were caribou in the back yard. Nothing much but the antlers left of the head.  Nope, didn't get a lot of use out of that gun. Wore out a couple 22s though.