I have a Winchester 101 that was my grandfather's. I shot trap with it back in high school (on a school team/club! We'd actually take our guns to school and leave them in the office...this was in 1987, and in a central Phoenix high school! Tells you how times have changed.) I was heartsick to crack the forearm on it during one of my several moves. I finally found where Winchester sold all their old wood. This was on a discontinued line of the 101...a Japanese made variant. I paid gladly to have it replaced. There's one scratch in the barrel, and knowing it's there makes me sick. I put it there, not realizing that my wife had handed me a golf towel (with a grommet in the corner) when I needed to wipe it down. I get heartsick just thinking about it. This is a link to my forefathers, and I take that link seriously.
I also have a BL-22 that was my first gun, was my mother's first gun, and bought by the same grandfather. It will go to my oldest, and she can't wait.
I don't have too many hand me downs, but I plan to leave many for my girls, and a few special weapons for my boy.
Yeah, I guess you can say I'm sentimental.