My dad passed away when I was two but my mom kept his Browning Auto 12 gauge for me. Long story, but she remarried a preacher who had lost his wife to cancer and he became my stepdad. Preacher loved to hunt and taught me, started me out on BB guns and finally to the Browning as a teen. He never touched it or used it. But, he respected what it meant. Years later I helped with his will and was his executor. He explained to me he wanted his firearms passed to his son. I understood. Traditions are important to me. However, stuff is stuff to some folks and I get it. I still cherish the old 12 and my stepdad who didn’t have to be the man he was in my life.