one evening, a person, whom i thought was a friend, broke in to my apartment. he decided to throw a party. my guns (the 20 gauge and a marlin 22 i had just bought) where stolen, as well as my roommates stuff. so i went from having the ability to chase game back to square one. the loss of the 20 gauge weighed heavier on me than i wanted to admit. i took my first turkey with that gun, my first dove with that gun, missed my first deer with that gun. it was tough.
during this time i was working for my then-future father–in-law’s company at nights and working for 