ricebasher302
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Last night I gave a very deserving pre '64 Model 70 a thorough cleaning.
Nearly a year ago already, I lost my grandfather to Ahlzheimer's. I was too young to ever get to know him like I'd wanted before he began to fade. He was an amazing craftsman, humble father and grandfather, WWII vet who fought in the Battle of the Bulge, and a man who loved hunting, shooting, reloading and gunsmithing and God.
His guns sat unused for many years while he endured the agony of his disease. God took him home finally and left us all saddened with heartache and relieved that his suffering had ended.
This season, I decided to go back to my roots and hunt mule deer, one of my grandfather's favorite quarry. I was in need of a good flat-shooting rifle, so I asked my grandmother if I could use his favorite old Winchester .270. She said I could, and I brought it home the other day. It's got an old Weaver K-4 on it and an old leather sling.
I, out of all the grandchildren have the most in common with my grandfather and I can't wait to carry on his legacy. I even have a couple boxes of some of his favorite 130 gr. handloads that I hope to use.
Anyhow, someday, I may own the rifle, but am content to give it a go this season. It's amazing how a tool like a gun can carry so much sentimental value.
Anybody else get all sappy and teary-eyed like me?
Nearly a year ago already, I lost my grandfather to Ahlzheimer's. I was too young to ever get to know him like I'd wanted before he began to fade. He was an amazing craftsman, humble father and grandfather, WWII vet who fought in the Battle of the Bulge, and a man who loved hunting, shooting, reloading and gunsmithing and God.
His guns sat unused for many years while he endured the agony of his disease. God took him home finally and left us all saddened with heartache and relieved that his suffering had ended.
This season, I decided to go back to my roots and hunt mule deer, one of my grandfather's favorite quarry. I was in need of a good flat-shooting rifle, so I asked my grandmother if I could use his favorite old Winchester .270. She said I could, and I brought it home the other day. It's got an old Weaver K-4 on it and an old leather sling.
I, out of all the grandchildren have the most in common with my grandfather and I can't wait to carry on his legacy. I even have a couple boxes of some of his favorite 130 gr. handloads that I hope to use.
Anyhow, someday, I may own the rifle, but am content to give it a go this season. It's amazing how a tool like a gun can carry so much sentimental value.
Anybody else get all sappy and teary-eyed like me?
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