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Originally Posted by raevan
I never had a gun that I didn't like. I have regretted giving or selling each and every one. Some of my guns "walked away by themselves" while I was in the military. (no one in family would admit to giving them or selling them)...
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Funny how that happens. The same thing happened to me.
I had gotten out of the Navy a few weeks early to attend my grandfather's funeral and enroll in college. My guns, a Model 94 .30-30, a .22 Winchester single shot rifle and a Remington 870 16 ga., were at my grandpa's cause I had lived with him for my last year in high school.
After the funeral, I noticed one of my uncles packing
my guns into his car.
"Hey! Hold it right there! Where do you think you're going with my guns?" I yelled.
"Er, well, ahh, dad wanted me to have his guns." he stammered.
"Oh yeah? Well those three are my guns." And with that I took them out of his car and gave them to my dad to keep until I got back from getting my separation. Two weeks later, when I got back and asked my dad for them, he couldn't find them. Didn't know what happened to them. Go figure.
Grandpa only had one gun, a 300 Savage that
I had given him a few years before. The Savage was no where to be found.
Thirty years later, at the funeral of an uncle, I saw my cousin packing the Savage into his car. "Where'd you get that?" I asked. My cousin said "This was [his] dad's deer rifle, grandpa gave it to him when he died." I told the story to my cousin and he offered me back the Savage with an apology. Instead I said "Aw shucks, it's not your fault, go ahead and keep the rifle, I don't hunt any more anyway.