I received my first gun which was a 20 gauge single shot shotgun when I was about 12 years old. On a Sunday afternoon, my friends and I decided to go down to the lake, which was about an hour away to do what we called Club Carp.
Carp is a poor fish that nobody wanted. We went down there during the spring when they come into the shallow water to spawn. We would take a club and beat it over the head. I had taken my gun, so I shot one. Shortly after that, two of the fish and game officers came in on a motorboat. I had hidden the gun in the bushes so they didn’t find it and they left back into the middle of the lake. A short while after I shot another carp and this time when the officers came they found the gun and took it and I never got it back. I didn’t tell my dad exactly what happened to my gun. He probably wouldn’t have been happy.
