Hunting with your departed Dad's gun.

Got my first moose with paws old gun.
Fruck'in bawrill lifted with each heart beat.
No chit.
Then I'eard me old paw whisper in me ear, left one as it's bestistted, swing, aim pretend.
Swing slowly aim pretend..
Swing more slowly, aim ……………...pull...………...bang flawp.

It wuzz awwwsum.
Had a wet arse too.
Nutt'in tuh lean awn, so plumked me arse down and yewsed me neezs.

I did looky up and say, "thanks paw".

Yuz can't fergit tuh thank'im
 
In the process of refurbishing my Dad's old Cooey which he bought used in 1941. Been gone for three years now and there is no doubt there is a touchstone there. Knew the 22 was out there and finally one of my cousins tracked it down. Very precious. He packed it around when he was ten and his marks are on it.
 
My Mom bought my Dad a new JCHiggins Mod. 20 skeet 12ga for Christmas in 1958. It came completely disassembled from Sears-Roebuck. Being a tool design engineer,he carefully assembled it paying attention in exquisite detail. He was excited to use it for waterfowl the following fall,got Cancer in December and passed in June 1960 at age 38. I've had his shotgun ever since. I use it for upland exclusively. It's still in magnificent condition and works better than the best new shotguns on the market,today. It's a strange thing,but,every time I take it out,I always get the feeling that there's a "presence".
 
Wish I could.. my dear ol' dad passed when I was 13, we had moved from a small town to a bigger small town just after the registry and my pops had buried his guns under the craw space, when the registry was abolished we went and picked them back up before the old house was sold to some family friends that were living there. When I was 15 or 16 I came home from school and noticed the gun cabinet was gone from the basement I had asked my mom where it went and she said she called the police to come pick them up because she didnt like them in the house.. not against guns at all in fact the one I remember the most and still want today is her old winchester 94 in 32 win.. she couldn't get her fac/pal whatever it was at the time because she got a head injury in 95 and was treated for depression and they denied her her license... I'm still bitter over it today almost 20 years later but what can you do... dont feel like I need his guns for him to be with me while I'm hunting though thankfully.. I usually hunt alone and when I do I know hes walking right beside me.. in fact the two of us went out yesterday and got 3 decent ruffies
 
My dad has his RPAL but the only gun he has is a Cooey Model 39 I gave him and he doesn't hunt. However, for my graduation in 2007, mom and dad gave me a Remington Model 700 SPS DM in 7mm Rem Mag. I'll have this gun till I die or give it to my own child someday.
 
Not quite the same but on the same path

My oldest son passed his PAL last year. I surprised him an SKS a graduation present.
How pi$$ed (and for how long) do you think he will be if the Libs ban it and expect him watch it get crushed.

People don’t seem to understand what sentimental value we have.

It’s like asking to take yours wedding ring.

Good thing its not registered anywhere.
 
Here is my son with my late fathers M1903 Springfield. I had it custom built for Dad in the early 80s re-barreled in 7x57. I had shot some deer with it but being a lefty my son had not. On this particular day my son's rifle had a scope issue so the old girl was called into action. It is a tack driver and obviously up for the task. 3rd generation to take a white-tail with her plus a lifetime of stories never heard from it's previous life. Unfortunately my Dad never got the opportunity to hunt with his Grandson but I choose to believe he was with us on this day and many others.

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A few years back when I went to Alberta for my 1st Mule Deer hunt on draw with my Daughter & Son In Law, dear old Dads Husqvarna light weight in 30-06 'got the call'. That rifle is set to be handed on to my eldest Granddaughter when the time comes. ;) She's the only other right hand shooter in the family.
 
I was able to recently get my late father's Winchester 9422 Trapper from my aunt, after my uncle passed this year. My father had given it to him in order to repay a debt a few years back. This rifle had actually spent a number of years in my safe while he lived down south and didn't get out hunting. He did take it out hunting with his brother the last fall he was still alive. While we never got to hunt together with that rifle, I will carry it while out hunting, and eventually pass it on to my daughter or her children when the time comes.
 
My Dad has given up hunting and his POL, so I have his 760 Gamemaster now. Probably will take it out this fall...
 
Tomorrow will be the 8 year anniversary of my dads passing. I really do miss him. Hunting season hasn't been the same without him. I still pack his chair every time I go out when I’m by myself. Wouldn't feel right without it. As for his shotgun, its one of my most cherished belongings. I learned how to shoot with it and have a lot of very fond memories with it. I have not yet taken it out since his passing. I figure I’ll know when the time is right to finally pull the trigger on it. Until then, it sits at the helm of the gun safe.
 
My father passed at the young age of 82. I was fortunate to get his Savage 340 in 30/30 and his Wingmaster. I've used the Savage on many occasions and my wife started her deer hunting adventures with it as well. Its well worn but still puts deer on the ground. One of my daughters will get it someday. Now if i could find the only other rifle he ever owned and always wished he'd never got rid of, I'd be a happy man. If anyone has a Remington model 14 1/2 in 44-40 with three initials under the butt plate, let me know. I the initials match his, I'd gladly make on offer on the rifle!
 
My Dad passed away in 1965, when I was 17. He left a Tobin 12 ga. double that he used for "chicken and bush partridge". As a kid, I was his retriever. After his passing, I used the old Tobin for many years. I still take it out on a chicken hunt once a year. I can still hear Dad fishing in his box of Imperial Special Long Range paper shells, and see him drop the shells in and close the shotgun up. Oh, the delicious smell of those spent hulls!

I also managed to buy his M1917 BSA sporter that he traded off for a TV in 1957. I Knew where it was and got it back in 2007, fifty years later. I promptly delivered it to his great-grandson and cautioned the young fellow that the rifle was to never leave the family again.
 
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