High Standard Sentinel 4" barrel, nine shot revolver. The gun maternal grandma put in my 'dresser drawer' crib when I came home from being born.
Family member stole it - sold it for dope.
I grew up with that gun, lots of memories, and a few serious "stop immediate threats".
My '73 Steel Combat Commander. My HS grad gift to myself.
Model 12 in 28 ga, one a Mentor passed onto to me.
BHP - Mentor passed onto to me.
Model 70 in '06 - Mentor passed to me.
1911s , K Frames, J frames , various ones, some Mentors passed onto to me.
Model 29 - Lady partner now gone, it was her 'car gun' and it 'came in handy'.
it too is gone. Got it back from S&W after it "came in handy" once ...then it was ...won't go there, I'll get choked up and angry at the same time.
I'm going to get blurred vision from sentiment and upset if I go on...my first .22 rifle and how it got busted up and ruined. (some special books destroyed in that rage too by someone).
Life is Life and live long enough - some things have special memories, some things one misses...
Still...
That pistol grandma gave me with its pitiful leather holster, the Case Peanut knife with bone handles and CV blades she gave me, a box of .22 ctgs, that hardback copy of Ruark's
The Old Man and The Boy, tin can of Browning gun oil and just let this little feller sit on the floor and remember.
Let me handle, smell and piddle, and have these items back.