One of the earliest memories I have of guns was when I was 10 or 11 rabbit hunting with my older brother. We had been there all day with out single rabbit and so we decided to leave. I wanted to shoot the shotgun, which was my dad's gun, at least once before we left but I was too afraid to squeeze the trigger because of recoil which my brother warned me about. That was the last time I saw that gun.
Well, my grandmother passed away several weeks ago (God bless her) and I was looking around in the attic of her house and found that same Winchester 37A that I was too chicken to shoot. The forestock is warped a little and the trigger guard is loose. The blueing is mostly gone but there is no rust at all.
My dad left the family years ago so it was quite a surprise for me to find his gun in my grandmother's attic. Its an old cheapo for sure but its still nice find.
+1 shotgun for my collection
Well, my grandmother passed away several weeks ago (God bless her) and I was looking around in the attic of her house and found that same Winchester 37A that I was too chicken to shoot. The forestock is warped a little and the trigger guard is loose. The blueing is mostly gone but there is no rust at all.
My dad left the family years ago so it was quite a surprise for me to find his gun in my grandmother's attic. Its an old cheapo for sure but its still nice find.
+1 shotgun for my collection