![]() It had belonged to his grandfather, in whose hands it had accounted for two black bears and "an even dozen" deer - no small feat in Depression-era Pennsylvania. I mentioned my fascination with the Model 99, and the next thing I knew he was rummaging through his gun safe - producing a Model 99 built in 1927 and chambered to. ![]() Many decades later, I was at my father-in-law Jim Berger's place, and the talk turned as it always does to guns. But the seed was planted with me, and I often thought about the rifle and figured one day I'd own one myself. I thought it was royalty compared to my pedestrian Winchester Model 94.ĭad killed a lot of deer with the rifle, but eventually it "stopped shooting" - a malady that these days I attribute to a scope problem. I loved how it looked and how it sounded when he worked the action. Still, Dad liked it for its handiness in the woods, both in carry and in shooting, and I thought it was the coolest gun I had ever seen. Granted, we had lousy benchrest technique in those days, but, man, did that gun seem to wallop him when doing our annual zero check prior to deer season. When I was a kid, just getting started in hunting, both my dad and my grandfather hunted with Savage Model 99s.
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