Dad gave me his beautiful old 12 gauge Browning. I do a fair bit of upland game hunting. He hadn't used it in 25 years or more.

Honestly, I was astounded. I knew he had the gun, but as he's aged, he's sold some shotguns, rifles and handguns that I didn't think he'd ever sell. Those decisions are of course completely up to him. When he gave me the old Browning... Wow... It's not a gun I'd have selected for myself. Too gaudy for me. But it's Dad's gun. And dang, it shoots great and knocks down pheasant, chukar & quail. Ya, this is another family gun that I hunt with.

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Hunting with family guns is pretty cool for me.

Regards, Guy