Christmas is likely to bring a rifle or two into the clan, or in this case, to redistribute some. I decided several years ago that it was time to start redistributing some of my rifles, as grandkids got old enough. This Christmas, two of the grandkids were old enough, and they got two of mine. I took them out today to make sure that they were properly schooled on the basics.
That's Zachary with my Savage 10 in .243 Winchester. Several years ago, I settled on a fairly stout load featuring Hornady's wonderful little 100 grain softosed bullet. It's a deer-slayer extraordinaire, I took a middling doe with it several years ago, a one-shot kill. Don't let anyone tell you that the .243 Winchester is too small for whitetail deer. Posh! Zachary's bench technique is all wrong, but he's a small fellow and had trouble getting stable. However, with that flat-shooting .243, he was able to ring the 100 yard gong with boring repetitiveness.
Next up is grandson Quinton, also with a Savage 10, this one in .308 Winchester. He took to that rifle like a duck to water, and rang all the gongs at the berm. This particular rifle is one that I rehabbed. We call it The Ugly Rifle. I found it at a pawn shop several years ago, a sad specimen. Now, it's been repaired, in a new stock, and it's taken a deer. A smallish buck fell to it two years ago. With a 165 Gameking and the family load of Reloder 15, it is just the ticket for a bang-flop shot on deer.