Looking for some old lumber under the porch today I was reminded of a very sad but hilarious incident from two winters back. Decades ago I bought a walnut rifle stock from Herter's. The project for which it was intended went by the wayside, but I gradually sawed off many pieces for projects that needed a small piece of beautiful wood. I made my first set of pistol grips from that stock while in my teens. (The walnut was far prettier than my woodworking.)
I came home from work one evening those two years ago to find the remaining 20" of my precious gunstock being used for an entirely new purpose—it was burning in the warm, cozy fire my wife had going in our wood stove! She thought it was scrap wood that had ended up in the garage! Of course, I was totally ticked. Nonetheless, I sat down on the floor in front of that beautiful walnut fire, and laughed to myself occasionally through copious tears. It will no doubt become funnier as the years pass and dementia takes hold.
Do you have any gun-related tales that ran you through the pleasures or pains of life? You'll feel better for getting it off your chest right here.
Ross
I came home from work one evening those two years ago to find the remaining 20" of my precious gunstock being used for an entirely new purpose—it was burning in the warm, cozy fire my wife had going in our wood stove! She thought it was scrap wood that had ended up in the garage! Of course, I was totally ticked. Nonetheless, I sat down on the floor in front of that beautiful walnut fire, and laughed to myself occasionally through copious tears. It will no doubt become funnier as the years pass and dementia takes hold.
Do you have any gun-related tales that ran you through the pleasures or pains of life? You'll feel better for getting it off your chest right here.
Ross