About 4 weeks ago my boss called me down to his office to look at 3 guns he'd bought from a friend who was strapped for cash. He's not a gun guy, only bought them to help a friend, and wanted my opinion on his purchase.
The 1st was a near mint condition Browning Auto 5 with owners manual and original Browning soft case. I verified the SSN/date of manufacture and confirmed he had a pristine 1967 Belguim built Browning.
The second was an old H&R break open single shot with lots of rust and badly pitted. Nothing special there and I don't even recal the caliber bit I want say .410 G
The third long gun I pulled from it's case was a Remi Nylon 66! I recognized it the moment my hand closed on the grip and long before that trademark "white diamond" in the fore end was visible. My boss must have recognized the nostalgia in my eyes as I marveled at that brown plastic stock and nicely blued receiver. Years of taking dads 66 afield for squirrels, grouse, and anything else I thought might be edible flooded back. In hindsight I'm a little embarrassed I showed that much emotion over what is really a 100 to 200 dollar gun in today's dollars but I just could not help it.
I guess he wanted to express some gratitude for two contracts I've landed since looking at those guns for him because he wraped up the week by handing me that 66 this afternoon.
What a gesture! This is one of those rare gifts we receive in life that exemplifies the old saying, "it's the thought that counts".
Im scheduled for three hours of RSO training at my gun club this weekend. Looks like I'll need an extra hour or two to reacquaint myself with a old friend.