Around age 10 or 11, a childhood friend of equal age and I happened to be playing around in the loft of a neighboring farmer's barn back in Benton County, AR. I pulled up an old .22 cal rifle, pump action, octagon barrel, tubular feed magazine, minus wooden stock and wooden forearm (as I know weapons now...back then didn't know s---.) out of the sawdust flooring?! We took it to the farmer/friend and asked it we could have it. Said "Okay". The rusted action's visible hammer was missing a hammer spring! I oiled the rusted pump action best I could with some of my Mother's "sewing machine oil". And, I got the action to where...using a screw driver and hammer...I could "pound", yes, pound, the pump action open and closed. Okay? (This was without any adult supervision, of course.) I cut a piece of rubber band from a tire inter-tube and ran it so that I could cock and operate the hammer.
In a clandestine manner, I operated this "first rifle" for some time without my parents' knowledge, with secretly purchased .22 short ammo!!!! Thought that I was just about caught one time though? In the re-loading process, I happened to be pounding the action closed with my little hammer on the back porch, no one around, muzzle down on the floor, when I accidentally struck the hammer! Damn. Which, shot a bullet through the linoleum and wooden floor. No one ever noticed that small hole; although its presence and my conscious always bothered me tremendously.
A couple of years later, aged 13, Santa brought me a spankin' new Remington Sportsmaster .22 cal bolt-action repeating rifle. I could be out in the open now, legal..threw the make-shift .22 away. There was no .22 ammo shortage back then in 1953, I was able to purchase it cheapely and freely. I have said this many times to my children that I would not want to take a good chain saw to any of the trees around the house in the hollow that I grew up in northwest Arkansas!!
I still have the Remington in the gun safe...it's surely a "smooth-bore".
Dan