I got the idea for this from another thread and thought it might be fun. I'm sure it's probably been done before but, what the heck.
Mind you, I'm not asking what your most valuable firearm is. I'm asking about the one firearm, old or new, that you, personally, value above all others.
Mine is a JC Higgins side by side, 20 gauge shotgun manufactured in 1948. I was born in 1946 and from the time I was 5 years old I squirrel hunted with my Grandfather and that is the gun he carried. I can't even begin to guess at how many times we hunted together or how many squirrels met their demise from the business end of that shotgun. But, from the time I was 5 until I was 25, that's the gun he carried every time we went to the woods.
The hunting outings always began the same with my grandpa standing at the bottom of the stairs and yelling; "Bobby, them squirrels ain't gettin' any younger and I ain't gettin' any less hungry." Usually I was already up and dressed but I would wait in my room until he called out. It was sort of a game/tradition.
Out into the woods we would go. We lived on a tobacco farm in Eastern Kentucky so getting to the "woods" required a walk of about 1/4 mile. I had an Stevens .410/.22 over and under that I carried. (Given to me by me grandpa a Christmas gift one year, when I was 8 y/o or so, and which I still have) My grandpa, always, with that JC Higgins shotgun in his hand. Man, could he shoot that thing. We'd get a few squirrels go back to the house, skin and clean them and my grandma would make fried squirrel, biscuits and gravy for breakfast.
My grandpa died when I was 25 and that's when my grandma gave me that old JC Higgins shotgun. The stock is all scratched up and most of the bluing is gone, ugly old thing. But I value it above any and all other firearms I now own or have ever owned. I take it our of the case every now and again just to wipe it down and make sure it is clean and well protected. Every time I touch it I can still hear my grandpa; "Bobby, them squirrels ain't gettin' any younger and I ain't gettin' any less hungry." It always brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.
Bob
Mind you, I'm not asking what your most valuable firearm is. I'm asking about the one firearm, old or new, that you, personally, value above all others.
Mine is a JC Higgins side by side, 20 gauge shotgun manufactured in 1948. I was born in 1946 and from the time I was 5 years old I squirrel hunted with my Grandfather and that is the gun he carried. I can't even begin to guess at how many times we hunted together or how many squirrels met their demise from the business end of that shotgun. But, from the time I was 5 until I was 25, that's the gun he carried every time we went to the woods.
The hunting outings always began the same with my grandpa standing at the bottom of the stairs and yelling; "Bobby, them squirrels ain't gettin' any younger and I ain't gettin' any less hungry." Usually I was already up and dressed but I would wait in my room until he called out. It was sort of a game/tradition.
Out into the woods we would go. We lived on a tobacco farm in Eastern Kentucky so getting to the "woods" required a walk of about 1/4 mile. I had an Stevens .410/.22 over and under that I carried. (Given to me by me grandpa a Christmas gift one year, when I was 8 y/o or so, and which I still have) My grandpa, always, with that JC Higgins shotgun in his hand. Man, could he shoot that thing. We'd get a few squirrels go back to the house, skin and clean them and my grandma would make fried squirrel, biscuits and gravy for breakfast.
My grandpa died when I was 25 and that's when my grandma gave me that old JC Higgins shotgun. The stock is all scratched up and most of the bluing is gone, ugly old thing. But I value it above any and all other firearms I now own or have ever owned. I take it our of the case every now and again just to wipe it down and make sure it is clean and well protected. Every time I touch it I can still hear my grandpa; "Bobby, them squirrels ain't gettin' any younger and I ain't gettin' any less hungry." It always brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.
Bob