Saltydog235
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My late father was a old time collector and he wouldn't think of buying a gun that wore a plastic stock no matter how well it shot. He always said that a wood stock gave the gun character, told a story and that's what made it a collectable work of art. Anything wearing plastic wasn't allowed in his vault. When I brough home my first AR, he first said I thought I taught you better than that, then he told me that I better find a place for it to sleep because it didn't belong with the others. That thing was always the red headed step child along with my orphaned .300 Wby Mag.
When he passed, I felt like my world had crashed but I can still hear him whenever I pick up one of those guns in the vault. I have his Model 70 Supergrade 30'06 that I sighted in for him, but that's the way it will always be, just sighted in for him and talking to me every time I lay my hands on it. Funny, my BSA 30'06 is a gun I permanantly borrowed from him and when I hunt with it, its like I'm hunting with him still. The same can be said for the Belgian A5's and countless others. I'll probably never shoot 1/10th of what he left me but those guns, the break, shuck, or the song of the action shutting and the smells of oil and solvent do tell a story, but its mine and his and one that I'll hopefully pass on to my boys.
When he passed, I felt like my world had crashed but I can still hear him whenever I pick up one of those guns in the vault. I have his Model 70 Supergrade 30'06 that I sighted in for him, but that's the way it will always be, just sighted in for him and talking to me every time I lay my hands on it. Funny, my BSA 30'06 is a gun I permanantly borrowed from him and when I hunt with it, its like I'm hunting with him still. The same can be said for the Belgian A5's and countless others. I'll probably never shoot 1/10th of what he left me but those guns, the break, shuck, or the song of the action shutting and the smells of oil and solvent do tell a story, but its mine and his and one that I'll hopefully pass on to my boys.