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I know, right? Even though my dad was a shooter and a hunter, it never struck me as something that he lived for. And my dad raised me telling he didn't believe things had sentimental value. They were just things. He bought and sold guns like they were going out of style. He gave me many guns over the years. Some I kept, some I sold or traded. His reaction when I sold the Ithaca was "what'd you get?" I thought I believed his sentimental spiel until some years after I sold it and then I started kicking myself over it. He never showed any problem with it. But I suspect he probably did have a problem with it. I've still got some other guns he gave me. I've got my grandfathers guns, and a great grandfathers gun. I've learned my lesson. I chalk it up to youthful stupidity. The gun pictured above is in every way similar to the one I had. I've tried to convince myself that it's the same gun. I know its not, but it has helped me put it in the "I'll die with this one" category.