Both of my grandfathers passed away 3 months apart when I was 11 years old. When everything got sorted, my older brother got one grandpa's semi-auto Marlin 22 and the other grandpa's 16 gauge SxS shotgun with Tenite (sp?) synthetic stock. I was 7 years younger so no gun for me. I got grandpa's vintage Mitchell 300 reel and a pocket knife.
Before my brother moved out, I got to use Grandpa's old Stevens shotgun (may have been branded J.C. Higgins) on my first rabbit hunt. Two bunnies in the bag made for a sucessful hunt and meal...after initially whiffing on my first rabbit with two shots. Yes, the elder hunters there enjoyed that moment of futility, but smiled even bigger when I picked off my first runnng rabbit with grandpa's double.
Unfortunately, due to my brother's acrimonious divorce, that shotgun and my other grandpa's .22 were gone. Recently, I got the itch to find "replacements" for my grandpas' guns. Well, after much searching, I found a Montgomery Ward branded Stevens 16 gauge double with the synthetic stock. If I ever find a J.C. Higgins, I will probably buy it too, but this one is identical, and I didn't want to take the chance of missing out on it.
Now on to my other grandpa's .22. It was semi-auto, but my brother can't remember the model number. I would assume it's a model 60, but I'm not sure if Marlin had a .22 tube-fed semi-auto that pre-dates the 60. If you have any ideas, feel free to chime in below. I just might have to buy a couple 22's to make sure all my bases are covered.
I'm feeling nostalgic these days while dealing with my new single living arrangements. I guess I need to somehow still feel connected. It's a bit of irony in life right now...moving forward toward some kind of new normal by re-connecting with the past. Some shrink would probably have a field day in my head. Bah...I'll deal with this grief best I can. Most of the voices in my head agree with me anyhow.
Well, I have rattled on long enough. Honor all the dads and grandpa's this Sunday. I'm thankful my dad is around at least one more year. I'll get to see him Sunday...and tell him that I love him. For this, I am thankful.
P. S. After 40 years, I still have grandpa's reel and pocket knife...and they both still work just fine. We're all gaining antique status together.
Peace to you all.
Before my brother moved out, I got to use Grandpa's old Stevens shotgun (may have been branded J.C. Higgins) on my first rabbit hunt. Two bunnies in the bag made for a sucessful hunt and meal...after initially whiffing on my first rabbit with two shots. Yes, the elder hunters there enjoyed that moment of futility, but smiled even bigger when I picked off my first runnng rabbit with grandpa's double.
Unfortunately, due to my brother's acrimonious divorce, that shotgun and my other grandpa's .22 were gone. Recently, I got the itch to find "replacements" for my grandpas' guns. Well, after much searching, I found a Montgomery Ward branded Stevens 16 gauge double with the synthetic stock. If I ever find a J.C. Higgins, I will probably buy it too, but this one is identical, and I didn't want to take the chance of missing out on it.
Now on to my other grandpa's .22. It was semi-auto, but my brother can't remember the model number. I would assume it's a model 60, but I'm not sure if Marlin had a .22 tube-fed semi-auto that pre-dates the 60. If you have any ideas, feel free to chime in below. I just might have to buy a couple 22's to make sure all my bases are covered.
I'm feeling nostalgic these days while dealing with my new single living arrangements. I guess I need to somehow still feel connected. It's a bit of irony in life right now...moving forward toward some kind of new normal by re-connecting with the past. Some shrink would probably have a field day in my head. Bah...I'll deal with this grief best I can. Most of the voices in my head agree with me anyhow.
Well, I have rattled on long enough. Honor all the dads and grandpa's this Sunday. I'm thankful my dad is around at least one more year. I'll get to see him Sunday...and tell him that I love him. For this, I am thankful.
P. S. After 40 years, I still have grandpa's reel and pocket knife...and they both still work just fine. We're all gaining antique status together.
Peace to you all.
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