That was my very first gun of any sort, bought at Christmas when I was eight years old. It was stolen in a home burglary while the family was on vacation. My grandpa used a 12 gauge Model 37 for much of his hunting. Gramps always told me I'd get his old gun when he quit hunting but one day after a rabbit hunt he laid it down in the leaves while trying to get a brace of hard headed beagles in the truck and drove off, forgetting his shotgun laying there by the roadside pull in parking spot. He didn't miss it until he got home and unloaded his gear and by the time he got back to the place he laid it down it was gone. Seems my family can't hang on to M37's... frown


Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.