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<blockquote data-quote="Dalejbrass" data-source="post: 2379115" data-attributes="member: 26905"><p>I've got 3. </p><p></p><p>First, is a Marlin 336, Lever-action, 30-30 rifle that my grandfather gave me when I was 21. This man was a legend in my mind and all his other grandchildren. He spent countless hours with all of us, teaching us how to fish, hunt and how to be men. He had 2 living sons and 8 grandsons that ALL wanted this rifle. One day, out of the blue, he asked me to go with him into the spare bedroom (where he kept his gun cabinet), reached inside and pulled it out. He then handed it to me and stated that I was the only one he could trust with his rifle and he knew I would not sell it or pawn it off. 22 years later, I still have that rifle and even though I don't shoot it or hunt with it much, I pull it out occasionally to handle it or clean it and think of that man...my grandfather. A man, my hero and someone I wish was still with us and that I could be more like! This gun is absolutely priceless to me and it will be one of the last guns that will be passed onto my daughters or one of their children someday when I'm close to going home to my maker. This gun reminds me of the song, "granddaddy's gun", just in the rifle version of course.</p><p></p><p>Second, is a Smith & Wesson model 621 revolver. It belonged to my other Grandpa. I was never as close to him as I was my other Grandpa and have learned a lot more about his history after he passed and I was a little older. This was his service gun carried during his career in law enforcement (California and then later in Oklahoma). He was a rough and tough man and just wasn't very good with kids...hence, why none of us "kids" were to keen on spending time with Papa Bill. He hurt us for fun! Looking back, I wish I'd spent more time with him, because I would like to have learned more about fighting from him than I did. He spent his teenage years as an Oklahoma "Smoker", Oklahoma's equivalent to California's golden gloves program. His older brothers took him from city to city to fight in the traveling circus rings across the tri-state area. They were much older and were his so-promoters. They took most of the winnings. At 16, he left the family cotton farm and hitch hiked from Oklahoma to San Francisco and paid a bum $5 to sign as his father and joined the navy. Fought in WW2 and in 1943 earned the title of "Light-Heavy weight Champion of the US Armed Forces". He fought the undisputed champion of the Marine core on a carrier stationed in Santa Barbara. The fight was refereed by "Joe Lewis" and my Grandpa knocked out his opponent in the 4th round!! Some of the stories from his law enforcement years and beyond are just fascinating to me and makes me very proud to be of his bloodline. He was a true warrior in many respects!</p><p></p><p>Last gun is also a Marlin, lever gun, but this one is a model 39-A, Mountie, 22 LR. My dad had for as long as I can remember as a child. Don't know what it was about that gun, but I was madly in love with it. I love the way it looks, the way it feels, the way it shoots, hell I even love the way it smells. Weird, I know, but it is what it is.....I just love this little gun. As a kid, I used to sneak it out of the house and into the woods. I've killed just about everything one can imagine as a young boy in the Oklahoma woods: birds, squirrel, rabbits, stray dogs, cats, mice, rodents, cans, you name it...I've probably shot it with this little rifle! I even got so good with it, that I could shoot a clay pigeon out of the air when we would skeet shoot with the family. Turned a lot of heads that day! Fast forward many years, my dad finally broke down and gave it to me for Christmas (about 10 years ago). It is the gun I used to teach my girls how to shoot. I will never sell it, I would never trade it and someday it will be passed onto one of my daughters or one of their sons (hopefully) one day!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dalejbrass, post: 2379115, member: 26905"] I've got 3. First, is a Marlin 336, Lever-action, 30-30 rifle that my grandfather gave me when I was 21. This man was a legend in my mind and all his other grandchildren. He spent countless hours with all of us, teaching us how to fish, hunt and how to be men. He had 2 living sons and 8 grandsons that ALL wanted this rifle. One day, out of the blue, he asked me to go with him into the spare bedroom (where he kept his gun cabinet), reached inside and pulled it out. He then handed it to me and stated that I was the only one he could trust with his rifle and he knew I would not sell it or pawn it off. 22 years later, I still have that rifle and even though I don't shoot it or hunt with it much, I pull it out occasionally to handle it or clean it and think of that man...my grandfather. A man, my hero and someone I wish was still with us and that I could be more like! This gun is absolutely priceless to me and it will be one of the last guns that will be passed onto my daughters or one of their children someday when I'm close to going home to my maker. This gun reminds me of the song, "granddaddy's gun", just in the rifle version of course. Second, is a Smith & Wesson model 621 revolver. It belonged to my other Grandpa. I was never as close to him as I was my other Grandpa and have learned a lot more about his history after he passed and I was a little older. This was his service gun carried during his career in law enforcement (California and then later in Oklahoma). He was a rough and tough man and just wasn't very good with kids...hence, why none of us "kids" were to keen on spending time with Papa Bill. He hurt us for fun! Looking back, I wish I'd spent more time with him, because I would like to have learned more about fighting from him than I did. He spent his teenage years as an Oklahoma "Smoker", Oklahoma's equivalent to California's golden gloves program. His older brothers took him from city to city to fight in the traveling circus rings across the tri-state area. They were much older and were his so-promoters. They took most of the winnings. At 16, he left the family cotton farm and hitch hiked from Oklahoma to San Francisco and paid a bum $5 to sign as his father and joined the navy. Fought in WW2 and in 1943 earned the title of "Light-Heavy weight Champion of the US Armed Forces". He fought the undisputed champion of the Marine core on a carrier stationed in Santa Barbara. The fight was refereed by "Joe Lewis" and my Grandpa knocked out his opponent in the 4th round!! Some of the stories from his law enforcement years and beyond are just fascinating to me and makes me very proud to be of his bloodline. He was a true warrior in many respects! Last gun is also a Marlin, lever gun, but this one is a model 39-A, Mountie, 22 LR. My dad had for as long as I can remember as a child. Don't know what it was about that gun, but I was madly in love with it. I love the way it looks, the way it feels, the way it shoots, hell I even love the way it smells. Weird, I know, but it is what it is.....I just love this little gun. As a kid, I used to sneak it out of the house and into the woods. I've killed just about everything one can imagine as a young boy in the Oklahoma woods: birds, squirrel, rabbits, stray dogs, cats, mice, rodents, cans, you name it...I've probably shot it with this little rifle! I even got so good with it, that I could shoot a clay pigeon out of the air when we would skeet shoot with the family. Turned a lot of heads that day! Fast forward many years, my dad finally broke down and gave it to me for Christmas (about 10 years ago). It is the gun I used to teach my girls how to shoot. I will never sell it, I would never trade it and someday it will be passed onto one of my daughters or one of their sons (hopefully) one day!! [/QUOTE]
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