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Awesome story man and gorgeous photo!View attachment 783082
Back in the Summer of '52, my dad and I were sat down on that beach, about half-way up from where you see in this photo. He reached into his old ex-Army gas-mask bag, and hauled out a Colt Model 1911, a loaded magazine, and some cotton wool. The cotton wool having been stuffed into my ears, he reached around my back and firmly clasped the grip between my two much smaller hands, cocked it and let me fire off the contents into the oncoming waves.
You'll be gratified to learn that I hit every one of them smack bang in the curly bit.
I was hooked forever.
I was six years and three months old.