This is my brother and I in about 1948. Our rifles and pistols were manufactured in our basement by our father. We'll call it Norwegian Arms and the materials were the best wood he could find. He later made a machine gun with fold up stand and all. Ordinance wise, I was the neighborhood bad guy, with the machine gun overpowering even the bestest cap gun.
This man taught us to hunt well and always be honest. What more could two kids ask for. Now I gotta go wipe my eyes cause they're starting to leak.