Well, my grandkids have just about got me figured out. Got a neat book (no joke!) Title is "Absinthe & Flamethrowers- Projects and Ruminations on the Art of Living Dangerously".
And this year I got to GIVE some nifty presents!
My shooting companion, the Anarchist-in-Training (16 yr old granddaughter) wanted a bow. Found her a nice beginner's compound bow in Candy Apple Red- her favorite color.
Her Mom got a crossbow and a Daisy Red Ryder- in pink!
But the best was my son-in-law elect- her fiancé. He is a Lt with the Sheriff's Dept- big boy- 6'6"- and I made him cry. No, really.
About 3 weeks ago during the Saturday night poker game and Liar's Contest, he was telling me about a shotgun his Dad had- how much he had loved that shotgun (which had been stolen) and how he had never seen another one like it- magazine fed bolt action 20 g, with an external choke. The plastic trigger guard had finger grooves in it.
I realized he was describing a Mossberg- probably a Model 185- and I had one sitting in the back of a safe. Metal about 95%, wood about 95%, but the finish had died on the wood. Stripped the stock with Formby's, refinished with Tung oil.
Christmas day, he opened a small heavy package- 20 g birdshot. When he looked at it, said "I don't have a 20 g- mine is a 12 g. " Said "Oh- right- open the closet behind you." Mossberg sitting there with a big tag on the trigger guard with his name on it.
Yep- Mossberg 185! Love it when that happens. Now I just have to go tape my ribs- 6'6" cops can hug really hard!