Dad had a Marlin 60 with the gold medallion in the stock that I piled the squirrels up with. I’d take them the Grandma and she’d clean them and make stew. When Dad passed my brother and I divided up what few he still had and I didn’t end up with the Marlin. A few years back I bought a new Marlin 60 just because of the memories I made with that old 22.
