When I was little, my grandfather would always bring rifles with him when he came to see us. I can remember going out to the range at a very young age, where the grown ups would shoot and I'd wander around picking up empty shotgun shells.
Later on, grandad would visit and bring muzzleloading rifles and other hunting rifles such as his .30-06 for us to practice with. When my older brother turned 16, he surprised him with a gift of one of his custom Kentucky rifles. I was little upset by this, being a little to young for such a thing and feeling overlooked. The next day, grandad was up early and on the road before I woke up. In the night, he had left me note on my dresser. "Punk (what he called me), when your time comes, you will get my Ruger 10/22 that has bagged hundreds of squirrels. It has a nice scope and you will love it". I was thrilled, and dreamed about that rifle for years.
Two decades later, it was time to go through Grandad's house. We knew there were many guns to go through, but because of the hobby we also knew that pieces came and went, as they do through any collection. While there were many high quality rifles that my brother and I divided, the 10/22 was gone. A journal we found explained...Several of his everyday hunting rifles had been sold off to pay for new hearing aids. I was breifly disappointed, but also very grateful for what pieces I did get.
A few years later, my father in law passed. He was a former judge, and had a few guns that were either his or maybe even old evidence from years ago. Being the only "guy" in the family now, my mother-in-law asked me to secure the guns and take care of them for future generations. This is where I picked up a 19th century lemon squeezer, a Victory model, and his personal Model 36 with carry rig that he sometimes carried under his robe. But, tucked away in the back of the closet, I also found a new in the box, unfired Ruger 10/22 with a purchase reciept of 1969.
A 10/22 is not a glamorous gun by any means, but the one I have means the world to me. Someone was watching out for me there.