The 25 Stevens was the first rifle I ever fired. It was 55 years ago. I shot a 'possum with it.
The old chap who owned the rifle had a nice mounted red deer that he shot with it in the Tokomaru river (Sth of Palm Nth). I remember him saying that the projectile was resting under the skin in the opposite shoulder. He must have been quite close.
He kept the rifle in a cupboard with a peacock feather slipped into the muzzle.
Interestingly, after all of this time out of the blue I met his grandson not long ago (I recognised his surname), and he has the rifle and the head over in the Wairarapa.
It hooked me into hunting.
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