I got a little plastic statue for second place at the Turkey Shoot at Rifle Club in high school.
Yes, this was a different time. I hadn’t thought about it, but I took my little seven-shot Mossberg .22 to school in the trunk of my 1950 Chevy. Nowadays, I would be in court, expelled.
I suppose one difference was that the gun was for rifle club on Tuesday afternoons at the police shooting range…
And none of us ever, in one million years, ever, ever thought of taking the gun out and pointing it at someone. In rifle club, we learned gun safety. We learned respect.
And we sometimes got a little plastic trophy for second place at the Turkey Shoot.
It wasn’t much, and there were no turkeys. I think first place got a frozen turkey. Perhaps my trophy was a consolation prize.
349 total views, 3 views today
