Zaydok Allen
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Hey, I'm sorry for your loss guys. I lost my last Grandmother in January, and I lost my Grandfather in April..... and now I have no grandparents left at all. Sucks big time.
I just got into shooting about four years ago, and it was something I discovered my Grandfather had a huge interest in too. Sadly, his wife was afraid of guns and made him get rid of his old shotgun and his Colt .22 pistol. I could tell he wished he still had them because he was extatic that I got into guns. He managed to stash away a Remington Nylon 66, which he gave to me, and the last thing he ever gave me was a Sheridan .20 caliber single shot pellet gun that his friends gave him as a retirement gift in 1979. It's funny, but I prize that pellet gun more than any of my other guns.
I'll never forget the time I handed him my S&W 460 magnum revolver. The look on his face was priceless, and I won't repeat what he said, because it could offend some people.
Sadly I never got to go shooting with him, and that is something I'll always regret. He was to old and had had a stroke by the time I got into guns and shooting. The lack of strength in his right hand made him unsure of himself. I guess I'm just glad I got to share the joy of firearms with him for a few years at least.
God, I can still hear his voice when he was telling me about trying to shoot down German planes in WWII.
You guys aren't alone. We all miss those who have gone before us. Take it easy guys.
I just got into shooting about four years ago, and it was something I discovered my Grandfather had a huge interest in too. Sadly, his wife was afraid of guns and made him get rid of his old shotgun and his Colt .22 pistol. I could tell he wished he still had them because he was extatic that I got into guns. He managed to stash away a Remington Nylon 66, which he gave to me, and the last thing he ever gave me was a Sheridan .20 caliber single shot pellet gun that his friends gave him as a retirement gift in 1979. It's funny, but I prize that pellet gun more than any of my other guns.
I'll never forget the time I handed him my S&W 460 magnum revolver. The look on his face was priceless, and I won't repeat what he said, because it could offend some people.
Sadly I never got to go shooting with him, and that is something I'll always regret. He was to old and had had a stroke by the time I got into guns and shooting. The lack of strength in his right hand made him unsure of himself. I guess I'm just glad I got to share the joy of firearms with him for a few years at least.
God, I can still hear his voice when he was telling me about trying to shoot down German planes in WWII.
You guys aren't alone. We all miss those who have gone before us. Take it easy guys.