When I was a young lad in the late 90's, grandad gave me an old LC Smith hammer 10 gauge. We had a few shells for it, but that was also during a time that I could walk down to Lamb's store and Mr. Lamb (who was also the high school principal) would sell me 5 old Winchester New Rival paper 2&7/8ths 10 gauge shells for a quarter. I always tried to get 10 if I could, but sometimes I only got two; times were hard for us then. I traded that gun off later for something a bit more modern, but still remember the smell of those old paper shells. Later on in life, after I married, my grandad gifted me his guns: a Winchester M37 single shot 16 gauge and a New Haven 251 automatic 22, and I used them quite a bit until I got some better ones. Now they don't get out much. Fast forward a few years later and the old man passed on. While we were cleaning out the house, I got his hand-made gun rack along with his ammo, which consisted of 2 boxes of Remington Thunderbolt 22lrs and three quarters of a box of Winchester 2&9/16ths paper 16 gauge shells. The guns, ammo, and rack all reside in my gun room now. Every once in a while, I take the old Winchester out and pop off a paper shell at a varmint in the Old Man's honor; or maybe just for the smell of burnt powder and paper.
Mac