Remington 1100 magnum with a 30" fixed full barrel.
I have that exact shotgun , 1968 modelRemington 1100 magnum with a 30" fixed full barrel.
the math ain't mathing for me
you're at least 30, not? (you old coot)
When my grandfather died, the uncles promised to split up his guns between the grandkids. I really wanted his Browning Auto .30-06. He used it to shoot a doe while I was hunting with him once, and the memory is burned in my brain (for many reasons, but that's what makes it such a good story).Dad went and sold his few guns about a decade ago. Never asked me if I was interested.
Not sure what he was thinking, nothing classic or expensive, but still would have likely bought them.
Grandads and grandsons make memories that last forever.When my grandfather died, the uncles promised to split up his guns between the grandkids. I really wanted his Browning Auto .30-06. He used it to shoot a doe while I was hunting with him once, and the memory is burned in my brain (for many reasons, but that's what makes it such a good story).
Never did get that gun -- or any of them. To this day I'm not sure what happened.
I'm still bummed about that.
Yup. Got a bit misty eyed reading that. Good'un, Obi-Wan.Grandads and grandsons make memories that last forever.
My son has my dad's Winchester model 100 308. The very last hunting trip my dad went on my son was 11 yrs old. My dad was going through cancer treatment at the time so I drove them out to the hunting shack and helped them get in. He shot his last deer, a doe with my son sitting next to him, he tried to get my son to shoot it for him but unknown to me my wife gave my son strict instructions " do not let grandpa talk you into shooting his deer " The 1st doe that came out my dad shot at it and missed, he was real shaky from the chemo he was going through. when the next doe came out he told my son to shoot if for him, which my son declined to do, my dad did end up shooting it. When my son turned 12 and received his 1st doe tag he asked if he could use grandpa's gun and hunt the same stand they were in the season before. So there we are this scrawny little 12yr old armed with a 308 back in the same shack he was the year before with my dad and out comes a doe, which he took down in 1 shot. The deer ended up in nearly the same spot as my dad's ended up the year before. My brother originally was given the 308 by my dad right before he passed but when he was asked by my son if he could use it and why he wanted to my brother said " go ahead it's your gun now"
About 14 yrs ago, I stopped at my parents house for a visit. My Mom was in the spare room laying down so I went in to talk to her. I noticed my Dads gun cabinet was empty. I asked him where his guns were. He told me he sold them to Gander Mountain. So I stopped there to see if he sold them. I went thru the books and nothing. The only gun I wanted was a 1917 Enfield 30-06. I had cut the stock off and refinished it. Reblued it and jeweled the bolt and bolt release. I was the only Son to shoot a Deer with it other than my Dad. Sure wish I knew who ended up with it. There were about 30 or 40 guns that disappeared. Funny how that stuff happens.Dad went and sold his few guns about a decade ago. Never asked me if I was interested.
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On that same trip he also taught my son how to use the window for elevation when shooting a squirl with his 22 while sitting in the back seat of my pickup.Yup. Got a bit misty eyed reading that. Good'un, Obi-Wan.