One of the rifles in my collection is my great grandfather's model
67 that he picked up in early 1935. It went to my grandfather in 1947, and it remained with him until his passing this December. It is, to put it bluntly, the most accurate rifle I have ever fired, and I have used it for small game hunting and pest control for the last five years. The fact that that old single shot has kept members of my family fed for the last 78 years makes me appreciate it even more. Yep, I miss him, but holding and shooting his old 67 reminds me that he is up there watching over his loved ones. Maybe Saturday I'll go down to his favorite range with it, and dedicate a plinking session to him with some of our friends.
I'll post some pictures of it here later, I have some catching up to do with pictures and inventories of his personal belongings for the estate. Going nuts and I need a break, but I think I can push through until Friday and take Saturday off. Sputnik, Nice lookin' rifles ya got there man. Enjoy them.
Is it better to do the right thing for the wrong reason, or to do the wrong thing for the right reason? If you do the wrong thing for the right reason, is it still the wrong thing?
Si vis pacem para bellum.
To those who wish to take away our Second Amendment rights. What will you do when we, all 100,000,000 of us, stand as one, and say no?