I inherited my gun hoarding gene from my great uncle Frank.
He was a hard working, hard drinking jovial, as non PC of man as you could get.
Uncle frank would take me into his gun/trophy room and show me his
reloading bench, shotguns, rifles, pistols, and all the mounted trophies from his lifetime of hunting. He also kept my great grandfathers (who I never met) rifle and a deer head from their first hunting trip in the 40's.
Uncle Frank raised one stepson and another son and daughter.
The stepson had trouble with drinking and the law, the other son enjoyed
guns, hunting and fishing but never matured past the mental level of an 11 year old.
I would go up every summer and have barbecues, listen to Franks hunting stories, off color jokes and political views escpecailly about all the pinkos passing gun control laws and how they should hang etc..
The guy was the salt of the earth.
Sadly he was diagnosed with inoperable cancer right around Christmas 2003 and passed away on Jan 5 2004.
I was driving up to see him when I found out about the cancer but was sadly too late. So spent a week up there visiting the rest of my family and
was able to be there for them at least.
They inform me that my late uncles wife and kids cut off all ties with his side of the family (his sisters, me, other nephews etc..) and took all his
prized guns to the pawnshop and sold them.
Come to find out they were aftraid of us trying to get something that belonged to him so they cleaned out and sold every last possesion including 40 and 50 year old stuffed birds, memoribilia etc.
My next closest uncle (who also is into guns) and I were livid. I would have paid them a fair price for those guns just to keep them in the family if just given the opprotunity.
They wouldn't even say what shop they took the guns to, either out of shame at their behavior or downright malice. They were lucky if the got 20 cents on the dollar for them. (ignorance and greed runamuck)
I've decided that if it is getting close to my time I'm giving away everything to who I want. Maybe some of my guns will be passed down to future generations if I'm lucky.
Except for my Davis .380 that useless hunk of crap can go in the crematorium with me.
He was a hard working, hard drinking jovial, as non PC of man as you could get.
Uncle frank would take me into his gun/trophy room and show me his
reloading bench, shotguns, rifles, pistols, and all the mounted trophies from his lifetime of hunting. He also kept my great grandfathers (who I never met) rifle and a deer head from their first hunting trip in the 40's.
Uncle Frank raised one stepson and another son and daughter.
The stepson had trouble with drinking and the law, the other son enjoyed
guns, hunting and fishing but never matured past the mental level of an 11 year old.
I would go up every summer and have barbecues, listen to Franks hunting stories, off color jokes and political views escpecailly about all the pinkos passing gun control laws and how they should hang etc..
The guy was the salt of the earth.
Sadly he was diagnosed with inoperable cancer right around Christmas 2003 and passed away on Jan 5 2004.
I was driving up to see him when I found out about the cancer but was sadly too late. So spent a week up there visiting the rest of my family and
was able to be there for them at least.
They inform me that my late uncles wife and kids cut off all ties with his side of the family (his sisters, me, other nephews etc..) and took all his
prized guns to the pawnshop and sold them.
Come to find out they were aftraid of us trying to get something that belonged to him so they cleaned out and sold every last possesion including 40 and 50 year old stuffed birds, memoribilia etc.
My next closest uncle (who also is into guns) and I were livid. I would have paid them a fair price for those guns just to keep them in the family if just given the opprotunity.
They wouldn't even say what shop they took the guns to, either out of shame at their behavior or downright malice. They were lucky if the got 20 cents on the dollar for them. (ignorance and greed runamuck)
I've decided that if it is getting close to my time I'm giving away everything to who I want. Maybe some of my guns will be passed down to future generations if I'm lucky.
Except for my Davis .380 that useless hunk of crap can go in the crematorium with me.