Dad gave me his Stevens Crack Shot when i was 9. At school sitting in class, all i could think about was getting out to shoot the rifle. When i turned 11 we moved to a place 3 blocks from the city limits. That allowed us to grab the rifle after school, wander off, and shoot at things. Dad was never sure he did the right thing, letting us wander off like that, but he never stopped it. He even knew of most of the things we did, that we shouldn't have done.

The CDS dial has seemed to erase all the years that passed, since that day i held the Stevens, and it was mine. I have been shooting every day since i mounted that scope on the X7.

Today the target was set out and i used the laser to tell me it was at 242 yard. The CDS was set at what i figured was about that, and we commenced to punch holes. The gun was loaded and fired 5 times, during which, the breeze came and went mostly from left to right.