After a certain point, I asked myself what good were they? Some I hadn't fired--or even touched--for 20 years. If something happened to me, what would my wife do?
So I kept just a few, which I shot or which had sentimental value, told my sons to take whatever else they wanted, and have been thinning the herd for the past 20 years.
It's sort of like downsizing your house when you get old.
