first off, pardon my lack of capital letters and any typos. i kind of crushed the tip of my left middle finger this afternoon between my air compressor and the rail of my trailer.
looks to be no more than a large ( from joint on the bottom to the nail at the tip.) semi-open blood blister, and it hurts like an SOB.
Nice rifle diy. absofreakin'lutely awesome story. i can't wait to see the pics of your dad's deer when he gets it.
we also have a handful of hand me down winchesters in our family, a model '02, a model 67, a model 62 that was customized by a local smith as a personal firearm, and an 1883 lever action in .38-40. it is the subject of the following story. i apologize for the lack of pictures, and i will get some when my uncle and i go to the range in the future.
my great grandfather (mom's grandfather) was a mechanic in olean ny during the great depression. one day in october, a man who was on his way to deer camp in maine from montana had some pretty serious engine trouble just outside of the city, and was towed to great grampa's shop. gramps set him up at a local hotel, and tracked down a good used engine for his car. 2 days later, the engine was installed, and the car was good to go, the problem was that the gentleman still had a ways to go, and he needed the extra cash for the trip.
gramps had already dropped a good sized chunk off the price, and cash crossed hands for his services. normally, that would be the end of the story.after leaving the shop, the gentleman from back west went to the hotel to pack his belongings and head out of town. on his way, he stopped at the station, and called gramps over to his car. concerned that something might have been wrong with the "new" engine, gramps went over to the car.
at that point, the man had him go to the trunk where he pulled out a rifle case. he gave my great grandfather the winchester and 2 boxes of ammo as a thank you for helping him out. that rifle was passed on to my grandfather, and upon his passing, it was passed on to my uncle. we have both used it on hunting trips in the past, and it will continue to get used for many years to come as a way of remembering 2 of the greatest men i have ever had the honor of knowing.
tell your dad i hope he enjoys that rifle, and best of luck this deer season. most of all, i hope he looks back on the memories of his dad and smiles. they may be gone from our lives, but they will never be gone from our hearts.