Thanks! I really love the Model 11's, and most all things Remington from that era.
Is that your Weimie in your avatar? We have one, too. My wife loves 'em. She's had 3. My parents had one, too. I think it was the only animal my Dad TRULY loved. He had a hard time when she died.
The story in the link, for those who don't want to click:
My Remington Moment is very recent, yet encompasses three generations. My Father’s Father was a Remington man. Born in 1902 he grew up in one of the greatest sportsman’s eras. Remington would introduce the John Browning designed Autoloading Shotgun (later named the Remington Model 11) just three years later. This was the beginning of Remington’s prominence in the autoloading shotgun world. A lifelong bird hunter, he chose this shotgun as his game getter. He passed 11 years before I was born in 1979. My only tangible connection to him is his Remington Model 11 in 16 gauge. My Dad has also used a Remington Model 11 for years, as have I. Nothing fits us quite like a Remington. I acquired a very nice example of a last production year (1948) Model 11 Sportsman in 12 gauge just this past summer to add to the collection. It has a factory ventilated rib and a factory installed Cutts Compensator. It’s a beautiful gun, and some of Remington’s finest work. It has quickly become a favorite, busting clays with regularity. This is the gun I chose for my first Spring turkey hunt on April 23, 2010. I hadn’t killed a turkey since I was 11, nearly 19 years ago. That was in the fall, then.
I set up in the afternoon near a creek on my Dad’s property and began to call. About an hour later four young toms flew over the creek just on the other side of a hill from me, not 60 yards distant. What an entrance! My heart was racing! They came right in to check out the decoys. I purred and putted on the slate call as I got into a good shooting position. They stopped at about 20 yards and scratched and fed for a few minutes, each taking a good look at the decoy. After looking them all over, I decided to take one. They started to move away now, the furthest one going over the crest of the rise. As soon as I got a clear shot I fired. The others flew off and their comrade tried to follow. One more shot finished his attempt. My Dad, who was hunting in another area, was there within minutes of hearing me shoot. We were both very excited. He said “You got a turkey and got to break in your ‘new’ gun!” I couldn’t help thinking that Granddaddy was there with us, saying “Good job, and good Gun.” I may not have been able to hunt with my Granddaddy, but every time I pick up a Model 11, I can’t help but feel his presence.
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