Mine was 1969. I was into duck and goose hunting then, but more so trap shooting. I had just got my licensing from Lyman Industries and was on their junior
national team. But I was still using my dad's old Browning 12 gauge auto. It was a good shotgun but had a full choke, which meant I had to be dead on with
the spread, in order to break the clay pigeons. It had cost me a seed on the national team that summer. I broke 97 out of 100 and lost by one point to another
kid. So I was reading the local paper and in the classifieds there was this used modified choke 12 gauge Remington shotgun for $100. That's about $900 today.
Dad said he would call and check on it, but the guy had sold it.
So Christmas day came around and I was handing out gifts to the family, when I noticed a roll of gift paper behind the couch next to the tree. I told mom that she
had left it back there, and she asked me to grab it for her. It was heavy. I picked it up and knew right then what it was. I could not believe it! It was the best
Christmas gift ever. After lunch, dad and I went to the trap range and shot off about 2 boxes of shells. Dad ran the trap thrower and I shot the first box. 25 out of 25.
It seemed so effortless to break those clays with that open choke. That next spring, I won the National Trap and field test with that gun. I broke 798 out of 800 clays
to do it. Sadly to say, I don't have that shotgun anymore. After moving to the Pacific Northwest, the wetness rusted the inside of the barrel so much, it was useless.
I never thought of having it mounted back then. Something I have regretted.
But that was my favorite memory of one of my Christmas'. Share yours with us.