The term "gun nut" wasn't a pejorative used by the newspapers, but rather a term of sardonic affection shooters applied to themselves. In A&F's fifth-floor Gun Room an awed kid could see and even touch elegant double rifles and "best" grade shotguns. The original, nay, the real Abercrombie & Fitch, was Manhattan's Holy of Holies. Sporting and military surplus guns were sold in large retail department stores such as Macy's and Sears. A 14-year-old boy could quite legally buy a rifle or shotgun even in New York City, with no license, no hassles, and no paperwork. In those days, long before the never-sufficiently-to-be-cursed Gun Control Act of 1968, the world was very different from the one we live in today. 22 rifle but that was as far as he would go. Its side-mounted opening latch and stock made of genuine construction-scrap-grade wood made it cheaper than the "deluxe" Model 24's with chromed receivers, decent wood, and tang-mounted opening levers. But the low price had considerable appeal, because I had to pay for it myself out of my allowance and earnings: my father had sprung for the. It was made for a few years in the early to mid 1960's.
The 24-S was a short-lived variant of the famous Savage 24 series. That's how I ended up with a Savage 24-S combination gun. 22 rifle, but I wanted-no, I needed-something more versatile. When I suddenly had acres of woodland in which to roam and shoot, I was confronted with a delightful dilemma: I needed a gun to hunt with! What was it to be? A worn-out farmer's shotgun had been in the house, and I immediately commenced a nagging campaign to convince my father to buy me a. I'd been interested in hunting long before then, but opportunities were non-existent in my working-class Bronx neighborhood. I was probably thirteen or fourteen: it would have shortly after my parents bought a house in rural New York as my father's weekend refuge from his medical practice. I've had it so long I can't remember where or when I bought it, but it must have been no later than 1965. A shorter version of this essay appeared in The American Rifleman
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