Packing his Christmas-present Daisy Red Ryder B-B gun, he sallied forth to the outlying edge of Duvall, Washington. He’d mastered the open sights and figured to find some game to shoot. Some time later he proudly returned home with a robin and some chickadees. His mother remarked about his marksmanship but then she raised an issue he hadn’t considered, "We eat what we shoot." Larry learned to clean small birds which he fried and ate. And there were no more song birds in the boy’s sights!