I always admired this rifle as it hung in Uncle Jack's rifle rack and one day when we were at his parent's house in the country, he asked me it I'd like to shoot it. Of course, I said "Yes sir!"
I was about 9 years old and had never fired a high powered rifle in my life, but I had shot shotguns and thought, "How much more can it kick than a 12 gauge?" 
Uncle Jack nailed a paper plate on a tree and we backed up about 50 yards. He and my Dad were standing behind me and my Dad later told me Uncle Jack was holding his mouth to keep from laughing. He knew just how hard this thing was going to kick.
I snuggled up real close to that scope and touched one off.
Uncle Jack later told me that when the rifle went off, dust came off all my clothes. The scope came back and hit me between the eyes and busted my forehead open and I bled like a stuck pig. He about died laughing.
I went in the house and my Aunt Ruby bandaged me up and when she brought me outside, she gave Uncle Jack a look that would have curdled buttermilk and he quit laughing.
After a while, he said, "Son, there's only one thing to do when a horse throws you…..You have to get back on."
So, I loaded it up again and took aim again. This time I left plenty of room for the scope to come back and have never had a problem with "scope bite" again. 
On the first shot, I had hit the bulls eye, but on the second I missed the plate. But I didn't get hurt, except for a sore shoulder. |