It was the strangest thing, almost eerie. It was 2004 and a week before Christmas when I walked into my office to begin penning this weekly outdoor column. A copy of “Sporting Classics” had fallen off the cluttered shelves. Picking it up from the floor it had mysteriously opened to a story titled “A Christmas Rifle, written by an unknown author, sometime around the turn of the century.
I read this story every year around Christmas, just to remind myself