This week, my father has passed down to me, the family legacy. Grandad's Winchester Model 70, 300 H+H Magnum, chambered for the Weatherby cartridge. Pristine condition, along with about 100 rounds, 20 empties, reloading dies, and primers. I am 50 years old now, and have salivated over this beauty for 3 decades. Grandad purchased it new in New York city in 1953, and about two years later had it re-chambered for the Weatherby cartridge. Pop was talking about selling his rifles it to buy a pistol, and I was heartsick. I knew I couldn't afford to pay him what he could sell it for, and had resigned myself to never possessing this fine firearm. He also has a sweet Marlin 336 square-bolt, that I remember him taking deer with in Michigan when I was a kid. I took my Thompson 1911 .45 down to offer him a trade for the 336, figuring I could at least keep that rifle in the family. Dad suggested that I might rather trade for the 300! I told him it was worth a lot more than the pistol. ( I wouldn't cheat my Dad for it.) Dad said, "I know, but I would be pleased to pass the family legacy on to you, because I know you will keep it, care for it, and shoot it, like it deserves." You just gotta' love a guy like that. The icing on the cake? He says, "You will probably get the 30-30 one day too, for the same reason." Life is good my brothers and sisters in arms. Life is good.