Thought I would share with you guys the surprise my Mom and Dad dropped off this past week. My Dad's 1915 and my Grandpa's 1944. I was a little emotional actually as I dont have many memories of my Grandpa because he died when I was around 5-6 years old. I remember seeing his 1944 rifle in my Grandma's closet way back then. Pretty much forgot about it even still being around.
My Dad's was used for varmit when I was younger. Those poor Groundhogs didn't stand much of a chance when they came up on the wrong end of the old 303.
The 1944 was always in a soft case and is in pretty nice shape. All I could think about was cleaning it as soon as I could and taking it to the range so I could just put some rounds through it.
I had the chance this past Friday afternoon. I have never fired a 303 so the first time with it I only chambered one round. I could feel my Grandpa watching as I was about to pull the triger. I was nearly sweating and a little bit scared I guess. I didn't want to have anything to happen that could damage my Gramp's rifle. I pulled the trigger and although I was only at a 25 yard indoor range, I couldn't see if I even hit the target. I was totally excited as I brought the target back and realized I nearly took the X out of the centre.
I teared up a little realizing this was as close to Grandpa as I can get right now. I took the target off the back board and picked up the brass off the bench and took a few moments. Put the target and brass in my Range box and smiled as I loaded the mag full for two five shot groups. I love you Gramp's.
